He was still standing gaping in wonder when Robert Wade forced his way into his own office and found all in an uproar.
Only Arthur Ferris was cool and collected, as he stationed the police and called two stenographers into the room where old Somers and Emil Einstein awaited the opening of an inquisition.
"There's been a robbery of a quarter of a million of our company's funds, Wade," sharply cried Ferris.

"We want to find out where Clayton is.

Take hold now and get these men's statements.

I'll bring in the bank messenger, and then try and hold Hugh Worthington on the telegraph.

The Chief should be even now nearing Cheyenne." Ferris grasped Einstein's arm and drew him out of the room, as Wade pompously began his Jupiter-like procedure.