"I never knew till just now!" Folliot pointed to the door.
"Go down!" he said.

"Let 'em in, bid 'em come up! I'll--I'll settle with 'em.

Go!" Bryce hurried down to the lower apartment.

He was filled with excitement--an unusual thing for him--but in the midst of it, as he made for the outer door, it suddenly struck him that all his schemings and plottings were going for nothing.

The truth was at hand, and it was not going to benefit him in the slightest degree.