"For her," he murmured, "I will outwit them all." No shade of suspicion rested upon the lovely image dwelling now on the throne of his heart.

For in the matchless beauty of her delicate face he saw only the royal mint stamp of a noble soul.

He had called her to his side out of all New York's thronging thousands, by the mute appeal of his lonely, longing eyes.

It was Nature's mesmerism.
And as that grand hailing sign had been answered by Fate's decree, he was blind to the pathway leading on.

For, in his fond conceit, he only knew Worthington and Ferris as enemies.
With a restless impatience, he awaited the coming of his office boy after he had trifled the time away over his dinner at the Imperial.
Leaning back in his chair, he keenly watched the voluble lad, in a growing wonder, as Einstein triumphantly recalled every detail of his master's evening movements of the past week.
"I didn't get on to them well, sir," concluded Emil, "but the last two nights one or the other of them has kept you in sight all the while.
"Daly's, the Imperial, Hammerstein's, the Waldorf, up where you bought your outing goods, down to Proctor's, up the Boulevard to the Colonial Club, they piped you off.