CHAPTER XVI.
THE WILL DISINHERITING FAYNIE.
As soon as the men had quitted the private office Kendale sprang to his feet and began pacing up and down the length of the room excitedly, muttering under his breath: "'Ah, what a fatal web we weave When first we practice to deceive.' "It seems to me that there are traps in every direction to catch me.

I must be extra shrewd.

I'll have those confounded bells changed at once.
I shouldn't be at all surprised to find an electric bell connected with that chair at the desk which would call up the entire fire force of the city if I were to lean back far enough in it." He flung himself down in his seat again and took up the letter which he had been perusing and which interested him so.
When he had first broken the seal of this missive his heart had fairly jumped into his throat; at the first glance he saw that it was from Mrs.
Fairfax, of Beechwood.
He read it carefully through fully a half dozen times.

It ran as follows: "MY DEAR MR.

ARMSTRONG: I wish to extend to you my sincere congratulations over your good fortune in succeeding to the business of my dear old friend and neighbor, Mr.Marsh, late of Beechwood village.