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Updated: June 26, 2025
One glance, and the horror of death seemed to suddenly freeze the blood in his veins. His eyes dilated and seemed to nearly burst from their sockets. The face into which he gazed was that of Clinton Kendale, his cousin. "You!" he gasped, quite disbelieving the evidence of his own senses. Kendale laughed a diabolical laugh, while his features were distorted into those of a fiend incarnate.
From that first day, so full of awkward and almost fatal mistakes, Kendale spent as little time as was absolutely necessary in the establishment of Marsh & Company, as it was still called, preferring to let all of the business cares fall upon the manager's already weighted shoulders.
Still, if you insist " "Yes, I insist," he cut in sharply. "What name is to be entered?" asked the surgeon. "Clinton Kendale. He is an actor, and my cousin," he responded in a low even voice. He watched them while they carried forth the unconscious man. "My first test will be with the people of this house," he muttered, shutting his teeth hard.
The time that you will be more apt to be shaky is when you face her father; but I guess you're equal to it." A low laugh was his companion's only answer. The next moment Kendale called to the driver to halt, threw open the door and sprang out into the main road, hastening toward the little figure that had emerged out of the shadow.
"I must own that you played your cards successfully in that direction," was the response, "but this will be a far different matter from hoodwinking a young, unsophisticated girl." "Within a month from to-day I shall have the Fairfax fortune and the Marsh millions added to it," said Clinton Kendale, emphatically.
At that same moment quite a thrilling scene was taking place in the private office, which would have unnerved the old cashier completely had he known of it. It so happened, in exploring the nooks of the office, Kendale had by chance touched another bell, the bell communicating with the suit department, which was in charge of Mr. Conway's pretty daughter, Miss Margery.
In the outer room Halloran sat quietly thinking over his plans, match in hand, telling himself that he had better perfect them then than wait until he was journeying toward the railway station. He would take the first train bound for New York, seek Kendale at once, and have an understanding with him before he would disclose to him the fact that Lester Armstrong was effectually out of his way.
Return to your posts of duty, and this little difficulty will be adjusted satisfactorily to you and to Miss Conway." Kendale was used to making a hit with an audience used to throwing his soul, as it were, into anything he had to say. The effect on the crowd below was magical; for a moment they were stunned. The old cashier was almost stunned.
"It is a great scheme, if you are sure that you can carry it through," said Halloran, breathing hard and eying his companion fixedly. "Trust that to me," replied Kendale, jumping up and walking the floor to and fro excitedly. It was midnight when Halloran left Kendale's apartments.
"Ah!" exclaimed Kendale, sneeringly. "Wide awake, I see! probably the fixed habit of years. You have, no doubt, come to a more sensible frame of mind than I left you in last night, I trust, regarding the information I want concerning the combination of the big safe in the private office of Marsh & Co." "I will never reveal it to you," cried Lester. "Never!"
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