"Ah! Indeed!" Mr. Bike ejaculated, still cool and unconcerned.
"Yes, sir; if you don't tell me what I want to know before I leave here, I will go to Miss Chamberlain, your fiancée"—Mr. Bike started uneasily— "I'll tell her a story you would not like her to know."
"And you flatter yourself that she would believe you?" sarcastically.
"I know it. I can prove what I have to say," Dick replied in a manner that was unmistakable.
"All right, go to her. See what you can do."
"By Jove, I will. I will go to the newspapers too, and I'll tell them—"
"What?" Mr. Bike asked, rather uneasily.
"You know what! Disabuse your mind of any idea that I don't know some chapters in your life, that, if made public, will end your devilish career." Richard hinted darkly, the
