Groping! Only feeling our way in the dark! Police and journals powerless, our rewards unanswered! It remains for us to drop the matter of theft, and--look for a murderer.
"I now move that we double the reward and seek for the murderer or murderers of Randall Clayton! Remember, not a bill or cheque, not an object, the bank book, nothing has been found to indicate either theft or flight.
"I always had implicit confidence in Clayton's honor; he was trusted by our heaviest stockholder, named by him, backed by him; and Mr.Worthington, even at his lamented death, proposed making him general manager in the West.

There's not a shadow on the name of the missing man." While the audience eyed each other, the three police officials present cried in accord: "Good; double the reward.

NOW YOU'RE ON THE RIGHT TRACK." "I second the motion," quietly said the pale-faced Witherspoon.

"I do also," slowly said Ferris, "and I offer the amendment that this action takes effect when Mr.Worthington's executors arrive and authorize this important step." In sheer impotency to quarrel, the puzzled meeting adjourned, and Arthur Ferris, now conspicuously alone, was left to chatter with Policeman Dennis McNerney on the lonely street corner below.
"Well!" said Ferris impatiently, as a fifty-dollar bill changed hands.

"All I can tell you," whispered the policeman, "is that Lawyer Witherspoon is at the Buckingham.