CHAPTER XIIL
UKE explained the Daventry association in what he still thought was his old debonair manner. But the candid light in his eyes, its former sanction, had given place, without his knowledge, to a gleam whose furtiveness carried no conviction.
“It was Daventry who sought me out, my dear Theophilus. He was in with the wool-gatherers. Said he: ‘Here’s your chance with the process.’ Gave me, in fact, the introduction to Sexton Gurt. I’d have been a fool to have turned him down. At the same time he put me on to a good thing. Anyone else but I would have called it a wild-cat business; but I know about these matters”—he tapped his forehead. “I risked my little all, the Geneva nest-egg, and I cleared a few thousand pounds. It was like old times”—he laughed—“a small fortune in a day. .
