Colonel Quaritch, V.C.

Chapter 26

BELLE PAYS A VISIT

Mr. Quest got into his dog-cart and drove homewards, full of feelings

which it would be difficult to describe.

The hour of his revenge was come. He had played his cards and he had

won the game, and fortune with it, for his enemy lay in the hollow of

his hand. He looked behind him at the proud towers of the Castle,

reflecting as he did so, that in all probability they would belong to

him before another year was over his head. At one time he had

earnestly longed to possess this place, but now this was not so much

the object of his desire. What he wanted now was the money. With

thirty thousand pounds in his hand he would, together with what he

had, be a rich man, and he had already laid his plans for the future.

Of Edith he had heard nothing lately. She was cowe