r nothing better," said the girl, quickly.

"Agreed, then. And, really, I think it is the only chance. Magnus is
too clever a man not to have covered his tracks, and in an ordinary
legal battle you would probably be worsted. But he doesn't want a fight
if he can help it, and that is the club I propose to use. Now you'll
have to go, for I expect Chivers at two."

I am glad that I glanced back for that last time as we left the room.
Indiman was smiling, his head thrown back and his eyes aglow. The fight
was on, and he was awaiting it as another man might his bride. To be
remembered at one's best; I know I should wish that for myself.

A fortnight passed. I had not heard a word from Indiman, and I dared
not intrude upon him without an invitation. I had taken Miss Allaire to
the Margaret Louise Home for Women, but two weeks is the limit of
residence there. What was to be done now? My own slender funds were
exhausted and Alice had not a penny. So we did the wisest possible
thing under the circumstances--or the most foolish, whichever you care
to term it. An hour after we had been married I went down to Printing
House Square and literally forced a city editor's hand for an
assignment to general reportorial work. At least we should not starve.
I informed Indiman by letter of the event, but received no reply.

On the afternoon of the 21st of March I was in the city room of the
Planet. Mr. Dodge, the city editor, beckoned to me. He spoke quickly:

"Our representative at Police Headquarters has just telephoned that a
man has been found dead in the Barowsky Brothers' bank building, and
there's some yarn to the effect that he is the fourth to die alone in
that particular office. Better go down and take a look at things. May
be a good story in it."

So there was, but the Planet never published it; they accepted my
resignation in lieu of an explanation.

I tried to think of indifferent matters as I hurried over to William H.
Seward Square, but my heart kept pounding against my ribs. Could it be
that Indiman--that he had lost the game?

There was the usual crowd of curiosity-mongers hanging about the bank
building, and of course the police had taken charge. But the sergeant
happened to be well disposed towards newsmen, and my Planet badge
procured me instant admission to the scene of the tragedy. I passed
into the back room. I could see the rigid figure sitting in the big
chair. I forced myself to look at him squarely.

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