Mr.Ferris?
Ah! His retirement was solely due to ill-health.

He has resumed his private consulting practice.

But, Clayton! there was an irreparable loss! Poor boy! Some momentary imprudence must have exposed him.

Thugs! Thugs! Here in New York, in broad day light! It is monstrous!" And so the ruffled financial waters closed smoothly over the forgotten grave of the murdered cashier.

It was dimly supposed that the "sleuth hounds" of the law were still peering about with their fabled "argus eyes." But the two men gazing upon Alice Worthington's serene and steadfast face on this August afternoon wondered at the fervor of her high-souled thirst for vengeance.
The broad, Greek forehead, the clearly-shining blue eyes, the firm, resolute lips, her voice throbbing with earnestness, all spoke of a Venus armed with Minerva's panoply.
William Atwater's dark, impassioned face was lit with a fiery enthusiasm, as he said, "Miss Alice, we have met here to open the first of the seven seals.
"Witherspoon and I have recognized that you have not unfolded to Stillwell, or even the executors, all the last, sacred wishes of your father.