He paced his room for half an hour, until the arrival of Ferris brought about an active discussion of all their personal and business affairs which lasted until the coupe arrived to bear them to the station.
In the long examination of their mutual interests, Clayton had strangely forgotten to even mention the name of Miss Alice Worthington, for he was still keenly aware of the gradual fading away of the ties of friendly family intimacy which had once bound him to the Detroit household.
Moreover, loyal to his chum as he was, he could not forget how often, in the past two years, he had seen letters lying on Ferris' table, bearing the superscription of the woman who had been graduated by Fate from that dangerous rank of "Little Sister." Before Ferris finally turned over his keys, the cool lawyer laid his hand gravely on Clayton's shoulder.
"Randall, my boy!" he said.

"It's only fair to you to tell you that the Fidelity Company makes private reports to Hugh Worthington upon the inner life of all the bonded employees.

Some of these documents have always been forwarded through me.

Evidently there have been some new directions given on this matter.
"Worthington is a man who forgets nothing.

You will be left alone.
You know your dangerous trust.