CHAPTER VI

IN WHICH JEDIDIAH TAKES A HAND Entered now Derek Ryerson, so elegantly slim that he seemed either extremely young for his age or much older than he looked; an altogether superlative creature in that he was too handsome as to face, form, and garments; whose dreamy glance was gentle and whose voice was a caress. Mr. Ryerson smiled and bowed, Wilbur Chisholm did neither, he merely pointed at a chair into which his visitor sank, crossing his immaculate legs: “I think,” murmured Derek Ryerson softly, “yes, I’m pretty su…