It was a fiend's prophecy of a nameless horror to come.
When Randall Clayton noticed the returning suavity of Manager Robert Wade's demeanor on the days ensuing the abortive attempt to lure the young cashier out West, he vowed to redouble his own crafty policy of secret resistance.

It all seemed so clear to him now.
"Wade and Ferris wish to conceal the marriage until the election is over.

I would be exposed, perhaps even here, to their deadly resentment if I openly rebelled.
"But once that Jack Witherspoon is back, and Ferris anchored here, Jack can go on and face old Worthington.

I will affect ignorance, and then a brief campaign of victory will put Irma in my arms." Startled by Einstein's revelations, Randall Clayton had carefully removed every scrap of his private papers from his apartments, and his little fortune, his stocks and personal archives, were all safe in a down-town Safe Deposit.
The address and all the details of the Trust were lying in a sealed envelope in the safe of Jack Witherspoon's club, in Detroit, awaiting that legal champion's return.
And so, his heart thrilled with the fear of losing the Hungarian singer, Randall Clayton made friends with all in the office until his friend and enemy should pass each other in New York City.
The business and social atmosphere had visibly cleared before the day of the annual election came on.
Clayton's eyes were now fixed only on his friend Witherspoon, whose steamer was now picking him up at Boulogne.

The approach of the Fourth of July, with a triple holiday--Saturday, Sunday and Monday--caused Clayton to toil, early and late, in the vast annual settlements of the end of the fiscal year.