His eyes fell to the letter again, and he read on.

Halfway through, a sudden whiteness blanched his face, and, following it, a surging tide of red that mounted to his temples.

It dazed him; it seemed to rob him for the moment of the power of coherent thought.

He was wrong; he had not read aright.

It was incredible, dare-devil beyond belief--and yet in its very audacity lay success.