g from Montreal into New York, was
having a run of terrible luck; one frightful wreck followed another.
Nobody could get the thing straightened out. Old Crewe, the railroad
commissioner of New York, was relentless in pressing hard conditions
on the road. Then out of the West, had come young Clinton Howard, big,
tawny, virile, like the race of heroes. He had cleaned out the tangles,
set the thing going, restored order and method; and the confidence of
Canada was flowing back. Then Howard had made love to Marion in
his persistent dominating fashion.... and here, with her whispered
confession, was the fairy story ended.

Marion pointed her finger out north, where, far across the valley, a
great country-house sat on the summit of a wooded hill.

"Clinton has discovered the Commissioner's secret, Sarah," she said.
"The safety of the public isn't the only thing moving old Crewe to
hammer the railroad. He pretends it is. But in fact he wishes to get
control of the road in a bankrupt court."

She paused.

"Crewe is a Nietzsche creature. Victory is the only thing with him.
Nothing else counts. The way the road was going he would have got it
in the bankrupt court by now. He's howling 'safety first' all over the
country. 'Negligence' is the big word in every report he issues. It
won't do for Clinton to have an accident now that any degree of human
foresight could have prevented."

"Well," I said, "the dragon will give the hero no further trouble. Dr.
Martin told mother to-day that Mr. Crewe's mind had broken down, and
they had brought him out from New York. He got up in a directors'
meeting and tried to kill the president of the Pacific Trust Company,
with a chair. He went suddenly mad, Dr. Martin said."

Marion put out her hands in an unconscious gesture.

"I am not surprised," she said. "That sort of temperament in the strain
of a great struggle is apt to break down and attempt to gain its end by
some act of direct violence."

Then she added:

"My grandfather says in his work on evidence that the human mind if
dominated by a single idea will finally break out in some bizarre act.
And he cites the case of the minister who, having maneuvered in vain
to compass the death of the king by some sort of accident, finally
undertook to kill him with an andiron."

She reflected a moment.

"I am afraid," she continued, "that the harm is already done. Crewe has
set the whole country on the watch. Clinton says there simply must