If any one has the key of this mystery, he has.

Clayton never went away willingly.

It would be his ruin for life to let his name be blackened.
And, the money! Who has it ?" The prominence of Mr.John Witherspoon as the Detroit counsel of the Trading Company's great syndicate carrying agents insured his instant admission to the general manager's room.

There was a sober gathering of a dozen magnates, and Arthur Ferris sprang up, somewhat disconcerted, when he saw Witherspoon's anxious face.
The young vice-president left the detective captain, Manager Wade, the haggard old Somers, and two great lawyers, and drew Witherspoon away into Randall Clayton's deserted rooms.
"Where did you drop from ?" curtly demanded Ferris.

"I've been some months in Europe," simply said Witherspoon, now wearing the oily mask of his profession.