Standing on the lowest stair, she turned, a desolate and pathetic figure, with the golden hair rippling over the marble brows.
She steadied herself with one arm, and a slight cry of affright trembled upon her parted lips as Ferris sprang forward, crying "For God's sake, hear me! Just one word!" But Boardman's heavy, restraining hand grasped the deserted husband's arm.

"Mr.Ferris," he gravely said.

"Our future course will be dictated by your behavior.

You must only communicate with the Trading Company's lawyers on these affairs.

As to the Worthington Estate, there is our representative, Mr.Witherspoon.And, in the interests of justice, bestir yourself now to find Randall Clayton's murderer.
"The chief of police has his eyes specially upon you, and so, I give you a fair warning." Ferris, with flashing eyes, essayed to speak, but Boardman significantly ushered him to the door.