"I'll lay off then, watch the game, keep silence, and frighten them." The long, weary hours of the night had brought him one consolation.
As he reached for his hat and gloves, he laughed bitterly.

"She may pay a round price to be rid of me, and then I'll keep all her secrets as well as mine! A kind of armed neutrality!" At the door, he was confronted by the grave-faced captain of detectives.

"You are wanted, Mr.Ferris, at once, at the company's office," sharply said the official, with a comprehensive glance at the room.
"Stillwell is there, and we wish to take your statement.

We propose to avenge poor Clayton's murder.

You were probably the last person who had a confidential interview with him." "I know it," frankly answered Ferris, "and was on my way over when you knocked." The two men soon joined a silent circle of the higher officials of the company, gathered about Counsellor Stillwell, in Manager Wade's office.