We will drop our social and personal intercourse right here--forever.
Your last remark is so vile that it is beneath contempt." Witherspoon was at the door when Ferris laid his pleading hands upon his arm.
The Detroit man shook them off.

"I warn you, Mr.

Ferris," he said, "that a very reputable minority of the community, if not a majority, will believe that Randall Clayton was waylaid and murdered.

Now, until you can show him up as a thief, I recommend you to use charity and forbearance.

It is my belief that there has been some damnable foul play here." The dejected Ferris sat for an hour with his head buried in his hands, before he dared to answer his girl wife's imperative telegram.