said, keeping his voice
lowered.

"My father!" Helen's eyes were hard and dry. "Does he know that I am
here?"

"I don't know; Sylvester simply said he had called to see me and is
waiting in the outer office." Observing her indecision, Kent opened the
door leading directly into the corridor. "You can leave this way without
encountering Colonel McIntyre."

Helen hurried through the door and paused in the corridor to whisper
feverishly in Kent's ear, "Promise me you will remain faithful to
Barbara whatever develops."

"I will!" Kent's pledge rang out clearly, and Helen with a lighter heart
turned to walk away when a telegraph boy appeared around the corner of
the corridor and thrust a yellow envelope at Kent, who stood half inside
his office watching Helen.

"Sign here," the boy said, indicating the line on the receipt slip, and
getting it back, departed.

Motioning to Helen to wait, Kent tore open the telegram. It was from
Cleveland and dated the night before. The message ran: Called to
Cleveland. Address City Club. Rochester.

Without comment Kent held out the telegram so that Helen could read it.

"What!" she exclaimed. "Philip in Cleveland last night. I--I--don't
understand." And looking at her Kent was astounded at the flash of
terror which shone for an instant in her eyes. Before he had time to
question her she bolted around the corridor.

Kent remained staring ahead for an instant then returned thoughtfully to
his office, and within a second Sylvester received a telephone message
to show Colonel McIntyre into Kent's office. Not only Colonel McIntyre
followed the clerk into the room but Benjamin Clymer. "Any further
developments, Kent?" inquired the banker. "No, we can't sit down; just
dropped in to see you a minute."

"There is nothing new," Kent had made instant decision; such information
regarding the death of Turnbull as he had gleaned from Ferguson, and the
events of the night before should be confided to Clymer alone, and not
in the presence of Colonel McIntyre.

"Did you search Turnbull's apartment last night as you spoke of doing?"
asked McIntyre.

"I did, and found no trace of your securities, Colonel."

McIntyre lifted his eyebrows as he smiled sarcastically. "Can I see
Rochester?" he asked.

"He is in Cleveland; I don't know just when he will be back."

"Indeed? Too bad you haven't the benefit of his advice," remarked
McIntyre insolently. "At Clymer's request, Kent, I have allowed you