COMSTOCK BELL MAKES READY
Gold stared at the young man for fully a minute. "What is the matter?" asked Bell.
"Nothing," said the other shortly.
With no other word he turned and left the room.
Comstock Bell stood looking after the retreating figure, a puzzled frown on his face.
"What was wrong?" he asked Helder curtly.
His attitude toward the other was always one of polite indifference; under other circumstances, he might not have troubled to ask.
"I know no more than you, Mr Bell," said Helder.
"I don't think Gold can be well today; he has been ragging me about my anarchism."
He smiled ingratiatingly, inviting further conversation. Bell ignored the invitation.
"Why did you tell him," he asked, "that you had no American money?"
Before lunch he had met Helder and a little discussi
