A gleam of nervous irritation flashed from Jason’s eyes, and his upper lip trembled.

“He’s myself!” he murmured. “He’s what I am!” Then after a pause he jerked his thumb towards his brother. “Darnley’s a funny one,” he whispered, nudging Wolf’s arm. “Listen to him talking to the ladies! He ought to have been a member of Parliament. He loves to behave like a grand gentleman.”

“He is a grand gentleman!” said Wolf drily.

“And as for that great bully of yours, Squire Urquhart,” Jason went on, raising his voice, “ he’ll die without any demon to help him. He’s on that road now! ”

These last words were uttered with such concentrated vindictiveness that Wolf opened his eyes wide.