I fear the heat of the Indian Ocean and the Red Sea.

But all will depend upon the doctors and their advice.
"Report only to Ferris as to any thing you wish to reach me.

He will have my private cipher.

All the rest is mere routine." But the words of the old money-grabber angered Clayton less than Ferris' effusive friendly epistles from Detroit.
"I can excuse Worthington," growled Clayton, as he paced his private room like a caged tiger.

"He has his old crime to cover up, his only daughter to shield, his vast plans to further.