Chapter XI

Harcourt thoughtfully bowed his black tie before the mirror in his room at the H house. What a day! Little he had thought as he had shaved in front of the same glass this morning before sun-up, that he would return to it a married man. The eyes looking back at him narrowed. Married! Hardly. He would have Jan where he had the right to look after her, that was all. “And that’s a whale of a lot, my friend,” he told the man looking back at him. A leap into the dark. A blood-tingling leap. Not unlike stepping out of a p…