But you four men can consider yourselves practically suspended until Hugh Worthington arrives.

You officials can sign no single paper, from now on, without my counter endorsement.
There's my warrant for this action.

I shall have this letter spread on your confidential letter-book, so consider me as the real manager until I put you on duty again." Robert Wade turned ashen pale as he read Hugh Worthington's carte blanche powers given under his own hand to the new vice-president.
"As I hold this, his power of attorney, and all his proxies, I presume that you recognize my authority," coldly remarked Ferris.
"I will take charge of all here.

I will be either here or at Parlor C, Fifth Avenue." "When do you expect Worthington ?" stammered the deposed manager.
"I don't know," sharply said Ferris.
"For God's sake, consider my family, my business future, my reputation," cried Wade, with tears in his eyes.
"Pooh!" angrily rejoined Ferris.

"Make that by-play on old Hugh.
It's all lost on me!" And, as the door closed, he sharply locked it, and, after examining the rooms to prevent any Peeping Tom observing his actions, Ferris sat down to study Clayton's telegraph book, and the messages which he had rifled from the dead man's desk.
"I am safe so far," muttered Ferris.