Chapter 40
"WHERE are the rest of your crowd?" asked Tod Haydn.
"They've gone ashore," said Walton shortly.
Haydn's lip curled in an ugly grin.
"I hope, for your sake, that they went empty-handed, Walton," he said; "and if by any chance they took what I'm looking for, you will sleep this night in the river! You can sit down."
Rex did not move. His sombre gaze met the intruder's without flinching.
"I suppose I've been rather careless," he drawled. "I should have expected this visit. In fact, I did. Where are your friends?"
"In hell," said Haydn with a malignity which sent a shiver through the girl's frame.
"I mean Coleman—"
"Coleman is dead," said the man coolly, "and I was hoping that I should be able to tell you that your lady-love was dead also. But dear Mrs. Walton is alive. By
