I meant there was a risk in letting Carnac
run the business at the moment, and--"
"And there never was with you!"
"None. My mind had grasped all John Grier intended, and I have the
business at my fingers' ends. There was no risk with me. I've proved
it. I've added five per cent to the value of the business since John
Grier died. I can double the value of it in twenty years--and easy at
that."
"If you make up your mind to do it, you will," she said with admiration,
for the man was persuasive, and he was playing a game in which he was a
master.
Her remarks were alive with banter, for Tarboe's humour was a happiness
to her.
"How did I buy your approval?" he questioned alertly.
"By ability to put a bad case in a good light. You had your case, and
you have made a real success. If you keep on you may become a Member of
Parliament some day!"
He laughed. "Your gifts have their own way of stinging. I don't believe
I could be elected to Parliament. I haven't the trick of popularity of
that kind."
Many thoughts flashed through Tarboe's mind. If he married her now, and
the truth was told about the wills and the law gave Carnac his rights,
she might hate him for not having told her when he proposed. So it was
that in his desire for her life as his own, he now determined there
should be no second will. In any case, Carnac had enough to live on
through his mother.
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