Mr. Mills was listening to this with some attention.  Here he laughed dryly.

“That is capital, then,” he said.  “You were right and I was wrong.  God, Taynton, it’s your manner you know, there’s something of the country parson about you that is wonderfully convincing.  You seem sincere without being sanctimonious.  Why, if I was to ask young Assheton to look into his affairs for himself, he would instantly think there was something wrong, and that I was trying bluff.  But when you do the same thing, that simple and perfectly correct explanation never occurs to him.”

“No, dear Morris trusts me very completely,” said Taynton.  “But, then, if I may continue my little review of the situation, as it now stands, you and your talk with Sir Richard have vastly decreased the danger of his marrying.  For, to be frank, I should not feel at all secure if that happened.  Miss Templeton is an heiress herself, and Morris might easily take it into his head to spend ten or fifteen thousand pounds in building a house or buying an estate, and though I think I have guarded against his requiring an account of our stewardship, I can’t prevent his wishing to draw a large sum of money.  But your brilliant manoeuvre may, we hope, effectually put a stop to the danger of his marrying Miss Templeton, and since I am convinced he is in love with her, why”—­Mr. Taynton put his plump finger-tips together and raised his kind eyes to the ceiling—­“why, the chance of his wanting to marry anybody else is postponed anyhow, till, till he has got over this unfortunate attachment.  In fact, my dear fellow, there is no longer anything immediate to fear, and I feel sure that before many weeks are up, the misfortunes and ill luck which for the last two years have dogged us with such incredible persistency will be repaired.”

Mills said nothing for the moment but splashed himself out a liberal allowance of brandy into his glass, and mixed it with a somewhat more carefully measured ration of soda.  He was essentially a sober man, but that was partly due to the fact that his head was as impervious to alcohol as teak is to water, and it was his habit to indulge in two, and those rather stiff, brandies and sodas of an evening.  He found that they assisted and clarified thought.

“I wish to heaven you hadn’t found it necessary to let young Assheton know that his L30,000 had increased to L40,000,” he said.  “That’s L10,000 more to get back.”

“Ah, it was just that which gave him, so he thought, such good cause for reposing complete confidence in me,” remarked Mr. Taynton.  “But as you say, it is L10,000 more to get back, and I should not have told him, were not certain ledgers of earlier years so extremely, extremely unmistakable on the subject.”

“But if he is not going to look at ledgers at all—­” began Mills.

“Ah, the concealment of that sort of thing is one of the risks which it is not worth while to take,” said the other, dropping for a moment the deferential attitude.