Presumably alive; no woman in the case." And in the spacious rooms of the Western Trading Company the usual business was now moving on, while a detective sat on guard in Clayton's office, and another in his deserted rooms, where the Danube picture smiled down upon the callous stranger, who murmured, "The old story, 'Cards, women, the Tenderloin, Wall Street, and fast life!' Another man gone to hell with his eyes open." But in the mob of reporters now filling the affable treasurer's room there was the ball of angry contention tossed vigorously too and fro.
Reporter Snooks of the Earth coldly bluffed Sears of the Ledger with a bet, "Two to one on his skipping out; even money on a murder; even money on a bunco." And so "lightly they spoke" of the man who had yielded up his unstained honor in a mad chivalry for the sake of a woman whose love had innocently led him to a horrible taking off! Within the manager's room, the preliminary inquisition was rapidly moving on.

Arthur Ferris, with burning eyes gazing intently as each word fell from the lips of the frightened witnesses.
It was while this drama was being played that the "Fuerst Bismarck" swept grandly up the North River, and the returning lawyer tourist, Jack Witherspoon, hastened up town, eager to meet his client.
"I will prospect a little," mused the cautious Witherspoon, as he registered at the Hoffman House.

"Somebody may know me; and no human being must see Clayton and I together in New York! One chance spy and Hugh Worthington would be on his defense, and I would then lose my place in a jiffy and all power to make him disgorge." He was pondering over the best way to reach Clayton, and had just decided to wait after dark at the rooms for his old class-mate, when he remembered the annual election.
"By Jove!" mused Witherspoon, now burning to with Francine Delacroix's dowry from the enemy.
"Ferris will surely be nosing around here.

I must not show myself at Clayton's rooms.

There are two ways: one to call him by telephone, and the other is to telegraph to the Detroit Club and have the Secretary then telegraph to Clayton to call at once at Room 586, Hoffman, on 'Alpha Delta Phi' business.