"I may be left a millionaire or a pauper! I don't know which; and I have no ready money." But the presence of Senator Durham at Newport gave him a gleam of light in these dark skies.

"I'll telegraph to Durham (in cipher) to sell a big block of this stock short at the opening of the Board.
Hugh's death will carry it down twenty or thirty dollars a share, and then it will be back to the normal in a week." Suddenly he remembered the waiting Einstein.

"Tell me," hoarsely whispered Ferris as he dragged the lad back into the private office, "What do you think of all this?
You knew Mr.Clayton's ways!" "What's my opinion worth ?" bluntly said the watchful Emil.

"This!" said Ferris, handing him a roll of bills.

"Then," fearfully whispered the artful boy, "it ain't no case of skippin' out.