ifling with this matter. What do
you mean?"

"Just what I said," answered Garrison. "The witness who saw the
murderer leave his deadly cigars in that box should have arrived by now
to identify the criminal. This photograph, as I said before, is a
picture of the man I think guilty."

He advanced a step, with no intention of abandoning the door, and
delivered the picture into his visitor's hand.

Wicks glanced down at it furtively. His face turned livid.

"So!" he cried. "You think you---- Get away from that door!"

He made a swift movement forward, but Garrison blocked his way.

"Not till your friends the policemen arrive!" he said. "It was your
own suggestion, and good."

"You act like a crazy man!" Wicks declared with a sudden change of
manner. "I'll have you discharged--you are discharged! The case is
out of your hands. You----"

For the third time a knock was sounded on the door.

"Come in!" called Garrison, keeping his eyes on Wicks, whose face had
turned from the red of rage to the white of sudden fear. "Come
in--don't wait!"

It was Pike and young Will Barnes.

"That's the man!" said the youth on entering, his eyes transfixed by
Wicks. "Look at him laugh!"

"I'd kill you all if I had a gun!" cried Wicks in an outburst of
malignity. "I killed Hardy, yes! I said I'd get him, and I got him!
It's all I lived for, but, by Heaven! you'll never take me to jail
alive!"

He caught up a chair, ran to the window, and beat out the glass with a
blow. Garrison ran to snatch him back, but Wicks swung the chair and
it broke on Garrison's head and he went down abruptly in a heap.

There were two sharp cries. Wicks made one as he leaped to his death
from the sill.

The other came in a woman's utterance.

It was Dorothy, at the open door.

"Jerold!" she cried, and ran into the room and knelt where he lay on
the floor.

He was merely stunned. He recovered as if by the power of
stubbornness, with his mind strangely occupied by thoughts of Hardy's
will--the hidden will--and the fingers stained with black. When he
opened his eyes he was looking up in the sweetest, most anxious face in
all the world.

"Help me up. Let me go before everyone comes," he said. "I believe I
know where to find your uncle's will!"

It was already too late. Durgin and two policemen appeared at the open
door.

CHAPTER XXXIII

FOSTER DURGIN

Confusion reigned in the office presently, for more of the offic