CHAPTER VII. THE DATCHET DIAMONDS ARE PLACED IN SAFE CUSTODY
CHAPTER VIII. IN THE MOMENT OF HIS SUCCESS
CHAPTER IX. A PROPOSAL OF MARRIAGE
CHAPTER X. CYRIL'S FRIEND
CHAPTER XI. JOHN IRELAND'S WARRANT
CHAPTER XII. A WOMAN ROUSED
CHAPTER XIII. THE DETECTIVE AND THE LADY
CHAPTER XIV. AMONG THIEVES
CHAPTER XV. PUT TO THE QUESTION
CHAPTER XVI. A MODERN INSTANCE OF AN ANCIENT PRACTICE
CHAPTER XVII. THE MOST DANGEROUS FOR OF ALL
CHAPTER XVIII. THE LAST OF THE DATCHET DIAMONDS
CHAPTER XIX. A WOMAN'S LOGIC
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It was with a feeling of grim amusement that Mr. Paxton bought himself a first-class ticket. It was, probably, the last occasion on which he would ride first-class for some considerable time to come. The die had fallen; the game was lost-Eries had dropped more than one. Not only had he lost all he had to lose, he was a defaulter. It was out of his power to settle, he was going to emigrate instead. He had with him a Gladstone bag; it contained all his worldly possessions that he proposed to take with him on his travels. His intention was, having told Miss Strong the news, and having bidden a last farewell, to go straight from Brighton to Southampton, and thence, by the American line, to the continent on whose shores Europe dumps so many of its failures.
The train was later than are the trains which are popular with City men. It seemed almost empty at London Bridge. Mr. Paxton had a compartment to himself. He had an evening paper with him. He turned to the money article. Eries had closed a point lower even than he had supposed. It did not matter. A point lower, more or less, would make no difference to him-the difference would be to the brokers who had trusted him. Wishing to do anything but think, he looked to see what other news the paper might contain. Some sensational headlines caught his eye.
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"As you say, in the simplicity of your method, my good friend, was its beauty. And indeed, after all, simplicity is the very essence, the very soul, of all true art-eh?"
