time. I can assure you, my dear father-in-law, I was very soon undeceived."
"I don't know what you are getting at," said Van Aldin, "and I don’t care. You have treated Ruth darned badly."
"Oh, I have," agreed Kettering lightly, "but she's tough, you know. She's your daughter. Underneath the pink-and-white softness of her she's as hard as granite. You have always been known as a hard man, so I have been told, but Ruth is harder than you are. You, at any rate, love one person better than yourself. Ruth never has and never will."
"That is enough," said Van Aldin. "I asked you here so that I could tell you fair and square what I meant to do. My girl has got to have some happiness, and remember this, I am behind her."
Derek Kettering got up and stood by the mantelpiece. He tossed away his cigarette. When he spoke, his voice was very quiet.
"What exactly do you mean by that, I wonder?" he said.
"I mean," said Van Aldin, "that you had better not try to defend the case."
"Oh," said Kettering. "Is that a threat?"
"You can take it any way you please," said Van Aldin.
Kettering drew a chair up to the table. He sat down fronting the millionaire.
"And supposing," he said softly, "that, just for argument's sake, I did defend the case?"
Van Aldin shrugged his shoulders.
"You have not got a leg to stand upon, you young
