Who is there to question Mr.
Lester Armstrong, the head of the firm?
No one--no one.

It will be broken open quite as soon as workmen can be found to accomplish it." The lines about the sufferer's mouth tightened; he clutched his hands hard.

He knew the dare devil Kendale would stop at nothing--nothing.
"I will give you until daylight to decide.

I promise you that it will go hard with you if you are not complaisant." With that he turned on his heel and quitted the room.
During all the long hours of that never-to-be-forgotten night Lester Armstrong lay there on his pallet of straw praying for strength to foil the villain--for Heaven to direct him what to do.
For the Marsh millions he cared nothing; but his heart was wrung with anguish when he trusted himself to think of Faynie.
He knew that Kendale had kept the appointment made by himself, but for some reason the elopement could not have taken place.

A thousand causes might have prevented its successful carrying out, though Kendale was sure of a satisfactory finish, he imagined.
Daylight broke at last; he could see it dimly through the dust-begrimed, boarded-up windows; but it was not until the sun had well risen that his cousin put in an appearance again.