night we exchanged identification discs—for luck! Lucas was killed the next day—blown to pieces."
I shuddered.
"But why didn't you tell me now? This morning? You couldn't have doubted my caring for you by this time?"
"Anne, I didn't want to spoil it all. I wanted to take you back to the island. What's the good of money? It can't buy happiness. We'd have been happy on the island. I tell you I'm afraid of that other life—it nearly rotted me through once."
"Did Sir Eustace know who you really were?"
"Oh, yes."
"And Carton?"
"No. He saw us both with Nadina at Kimberley one night, but he didn't know which was which. He accepted my statement that I was Lucas, and Nadina was deceived by his cable. She was never afraid of Lucas. He was a quiet chap—very deep. But I always had the devil's own temper. She'd have been scared out of her life if she'd known that I'd come to life again."
"Harry, if Colonel Race hadn't told me, what did you mean to do?"
"Say nothing. Go on as Lucas."
"And your father's millions?"
"Race was welcome to them. Anyway, he would make a better use of them than I ever shall. Anne, what are you thinking about? You're frowning so."
"I'm thinking," I said slowly, "that I almost wish Colonel Race hadn't made you tell me."
"No. He was right. I owed you the truth."
He paused, then said suddenly:
"You know, Anne, I'm jealous of Race. He loves you too—and he's a bigger man than I am or ever shall be."
I turned to him, laughing.
