teeth　biting　upon　his　lower　lip。　The　two　other　men　glanced　at
  each　other　uncomfortably；　their　silence　seemed　to　assure　Gaylor
  that　already　they　regretted　what　they　had　done。　He　stood　over
  Garrett；　and　for　an　instant　laid　his　hand　upon　his　shoulder。　His
  voice　now　was　sane　and　cold。
  〃I've　worked　three　years　for　this；〃　he　said。　〃And　for　you；　too；
  Jim。　You　know　that。　I've　worked　on　his　vanity；　on　his　fear　of
  death；　on　his　damn　superstition。　When　he　talked　of　restitution；
  of　giving　the　money　to　his　niece；　I　asked　Why？'　I　said；　Leave　it
  for　a　great　monument　to　your　memory。　Isn't　it　better　that　ten
  million　dollars　should　be　spent　in　good　works　in　your　name　than
  that　it　should　go　to　a　chit　of　a　child　to　be　wasted　by　some
  fortune　hunter？　And　　then　　I　evolved　the　Hallowell
  Institute；　university；　hospital；　library；　all　under　one　roof；
  all　under　one　direction；　and　I　would　have　been　the　director。　We
  should　have　handled　ten　millions　of　dollars！　I'd　have　made　you
  both　so　rich；〃　he　cried　savagely；　〃that　in　two　years　you'd　have
  drunk　yourselves　into　a　mad…house。　And　you　couldn't　trust　me！
  You've　filled　this　house　with　fakes　and　palm…readers。　And；　now；
  every　one　will　know　just　what　he　is　　a　senile；　half…witted　old
  man　who　was　clay　in　my　hands；　clay　in　my　hands　　and　you've
  robbed　me　of　him；　you've　robbed　me　of　him！〃　His　voice；　broken
  with　anger　and　disappointment；　rose　in　an　hysterical　wail。　As
  though　to　meet　it　a　bell　rang　shrilly。　Gaylor　started　and　stood
  with　eyes　fixed　on　the　door　of　the　bedroom。　The　three　men　eyed
  each　other　guiltily。
  The　butler　was　the　first　to　recover。　With　mask…like　face　he
  hastened　noiselessly　across　the　room。　In　his　tones　of　usual
  authority；　Gaylor　stopped　him。
  〃Tell　Mr。　Hallowell；〃　he　directed；　〃that　his　niece　and　District
  Attorney　Winthrop　will　be　here　any　moment。　Ask　him　if　he　wishes
  me　to　see　them；　or　if　he　will　talk　to　them　himself？〃
  When　the　faithful　servant　had　entered　the　bedroom　Gaylor　turned
  to　Rainey。
  〃When　do　these　mediums　come　today？〃　he　asked。
  Rainey　stared　sulkily　at　the　floor。
  〃I　think　they're　here　now　　downstairs；〃　he　answered。　Garrett
  generally　hides　them　there　till　you're　out　of　the　house。〃
  〃Indeed；〃　commented　Gaylor　dryly。　〃After　Winthrop　and　Miss
  Coates　have　gone；　I　want　to　talk　with　your　friends。〃
  〃Now；　see　here；　Judge；〃　whined　Rainey；　〃don't　make　trouble。　It
  isn't　as　bad　as　you　think。　The　old　man's　only　investigating　　〃
  〃Hush！〃　commanded　the　Judge。
  From　the　bedroom；　leaning　on　the　butler's　arm；　Stephen
  Hallowell　came　stumbling　toward　them　and；　with　a　sigh；　sank　into
  an　invalid's　chair　that　was　placed　for　him　between　the　fire　and
  the　long　library　table。。　He　was　a　very　feeble；　very　old　man；
  with　a　white　face；　and　thin；　white　hair；　but　with　a　mouth　and
  lower　jaw　as　hard　and　uncompromising　as　those　of　a　skull。　His
  eyes；　which　were　strangely　brilliant　and　young…looking；　peered
  suspiciously　from　under　ragged　white　eyebrows。　But　when　they
  fell　upon　the　doctor；　the　eyes　became　suddenly　credulous；
  pleading；　filled　with　self…pity。
  〃I'm　a　very　sick　man；　Doctor；〃　said　Mr。　Hallowell。
  Judge　Gaylor　bustled　forward　cheerily。　〃Nonsense；　Stephen；
  nonsense；〃　he　cried；　〃you　look　a　different　man　this　morning。
  Doesn't　he；　Doctor？〃
  〃Sure　he　does！〃　assented　Rainey。　〃Little　sleep　was　all　he
  needed。〃　Mr。　Hallowell　shook　his　head　petulantly。　〃Not　at　all！〃
  he　protested。　〃That　was　a　very　serious　attack。　This　morning　my
  head　hurts　　hurts　me　to　think　　〃
  〃Perhaps；〃　said　Gaylor；　〃you'd　prefer　that　I　talked　to　your
  niece。〃
  〃No！〃　exclaimed　the　invalid　excitedly。　〃I　want　to　see　her
  myself。　I　want　to　tell　her；　once　and　for　all　　〃　He　checked
  himself　and　frowned　at　the　Doctor。　〃You　needn't　wait；〃　he　said。
  〃And　Doctor；〃　he　added　meaningly；　〃after　these　people　go；　you
  come　back。〃
  With　a　conscious　glance　at　the　Judge；　Rainey　nodded　and　left
  them。
  〃No；〃　continued　the　old　man；　〃I　want　to　talk　to　my　niece　myself。
  But　I　don't　want　to　talk　to　Winthrop。　He's　too　clever　a　young
  man；　Winthrop。　In　the　merger　case；　you　remember　　had　me　on　the
  stand　for　three　hours。　Made　me　talk　too。〃　The　mind　of　the　old
  man　suddenly　veered　at　a　tangent。　〃How　the　devil　can　Helen
  retain　him？〃　he　demanded　peevishly。　〃She　can't　retain　him。　She
  hasn't　any　money。　And　he's　District　Attorney　too。　It's　against
  the　law。　Is　he　doing　it　as　a　speculation？　Does　he　want　to　marry
  her？〃
  Judge　Gaylor　laughed　soothingly。
  〃Heavens；　no！〃　he　said。　〃She's　in　his　office；　that's　all。　When
  she　took　this　craze　to　be　independent　of　you；　he　gave　her　a
  position　as　secretary；　or　as　stenographer；　or　something。　She's
  probably　told　him　her　story；　her　side　of　it；　and　he's　helping
  her　out　of　charity。：〃　The　Judge　smiled　tolerantly。　〃He　does　that
  sort　of　thing；　I　believe。〃
  The　old　man　struck　the　library　table　with　his　palm。　〃I　wish　he'd
  mind　his　own　business；〃　he　cried。　〃It's　my　money。　She　has　no
  claim　to　it；　never　had　any　claim　〃
  The　Judge　interrupted　quickly。
  〃That's　all　right；　Stephen；　that's　all　right；〃　he　said。　〃Don't
  excite　yourself。　Just　get　what　you're　to　say　straight　in　your
  mind　and　stick　to　it。　Remember；〃　he　went　on；　as　though　coaching
  a　child　in　a　task　already　learned；　〃there　never　was　a　written
  agreement。
  〃No！〃　muttered　Hallowell。　〃Never　was！〃
  〃Repeat　this　to　yourself；〃　commanded　the　Judge。　〃The
  understanding　between　you　and　your　brother…in…law　was　that　if
  you　placed　his　patent　on　the　market；　for　the　first　five　years
  you　would　share　the　profits　equally。　After　the　five　years；　all
  rights　in　the　patent　became　yours。　It　was　unfortunate；〃
  commented　the　Judge　dryly；　〃that　your　brother…in…law　and　your
  sister　died　before　the　five　years　were　up；　especially　as　the
  patent　did　not　begin　to　make　money　until　after　five　years。
  Remember　　until　after　five　years。〃
  〃Until　after　five　years；〃　echoed　Mr。　Hallowell。　〃It　was　over　six
  years；〃　he　went　on　excitedly；　〃before　it　made　a　cent。　And；　then；
  it　was　my　money　　and　anything　I　give　my　niece　is　charity。
  She's　not　entitled　　〃
  Garrett　appeared　at　the　door。　〃Miss　Coates；〃　he　announced；　〃and
  Mr。　Winthrop。〃　Judge　Gaylor　raised　a　hand　for　silence；　and　as
  Mr。　Hallowell　sank　back　in　his　chair；　Helen　Coates；　the　only
  child　of　Catherine　Coates；　his　sister；　and　the　young　District
  Attorney　of　New　York　came　into　the　library。　Miss　Coates　was　a
  woman　of　between　twenty…five　and　thirty；　capable；　and　self…
  reliant。　She　had　a　certain　beauty　of　a　severe　type；　but　an
  harassed　expression　about　her　eyes　made　her　appear　to　be　always
  frowning。　At　times；　in　a　hardening　of　the　lower　part　of　her
  face；　she　showed　a　likeness　to　her　uncle。　Like　him；　in　speaking；
  also；　her　manner　was　positive　and　decided。
  In　age　the　young　man　who　accompanied　her　was　ten　years　her
  senior；　but　where　her　difficulties　had　made　her　appear　older
  than　she　really　was；　the　enthusiasm　with　which　he　had　thrown
  himself　against　those　of　his　own　life；　had　left　him　young。
  The　rise　of　Winthrop　had　been　swift　and　spectacular。　Almost　as
  soon　as　he　graduated　from　the　college　in　the　little　〃up…state〃
  town　where　he　had　been　educated；　and　his　family　had　always
  lived；　he　became　the　prosecuting　attorney　of　that　town；　and
  later；　at　Albany；　represented　the　district　in　the　Assembly。　From
  Albany　he　entered　a　law　office　in　New　York　City；　and　in　the
  cause　of　reform　had　fought　so　many　good　fights　that　on　an
  independent　ticket；　much　to　his　surprise；　he　had　been　lifted　to
  the　high　position　he　now　held。　No　more　in　his　manner　than　in　his
  appearance　did　Winthrop　suggest　the　popular　conception　of　his
  role。　He　was　not　professional；　not　mysterious。　Instead；　he　was
  sane；　cheerful；　tolerant。　It　was　his　philosophy　to　believe　that
  the　world　was　innocent　until　it　was　proved　guilty。
  He　was　a　bachelor　and；　except　for　two　sisters　who　had　married
  men　of　prominence　in　New　York　and　who　moved　in　a　world　of
  fashion　into　which　he　had　not　penetrated；　he　was　alone。
  When　the　visitors　entered；　Mr。　Hallowell；　without　rising；
  greeted　his　niece　cordially。
  〃Ah；　Helen！　I　am　glad　to　see　you；〃　he　called；　and　added
  reproachfully；　〃at　last。〃
  〃How　do　you　do；　sir？〃　returned　Miss　Helen　stiffly。　With　marked
  disapproval　she　bowed　to　Judge　Gaylor。
  〃And　our　District　Attorney；〃　cried　Mr。　Hallowell。　〃Pardon　my　not
  rising；　won't　you？　I　haven't　seen　you；　sir；　since　you　tried　to
  get　the　Grand　Jury　to　indict　me。〃　He　chucked　delightedly。　〃You
  didn't　succeed；〃　he　taunted。
  Winthrop　shook　hands　with　him；　smiling；　〃Don't　blame　me；〃　he
  said；　〃I　did　my　best。　I'm　glad　to　see　you　in　such　good　spirits；
  Mr。　Hallowell。　I　feared；　by　the　Despatch　　〃
  〃Lies；　lies；〃　interrupted　Hallowell　curtly。　〃You　know　Judge
  Gaylor？〃
  As　he　shook　hands；　Winthrop　answered　that　the　Judge　and　he　were
  old　friends；　that　they　knew　each　other　well。
  〃Know　each　other　so　well！〃　returned　the　Judge；　〃that　we　ought　to
  be　old　enemies。〃
  The　younger　man　nodded　appreciatively。　〃That's　true！〃　he
  laughed；　〃only　I　didn't　think　you'd　admit　it。〃
  With　light　sarcasm　Mr。　Hallowell　inquired　whether　Winthrop　was
  with　them　in　his　official　capacity。
  〃Oh；　don't　suggest　that！〃　begged　Winthrop；　〃you'll　be　having　me
  indicted　next。　No　sir；　I　am　here　without　any　excuse　whatsoever。
  I　am　just　interfering　as　a　friend　of　this