He was now watching the enemy's camp and awaiting the moves of both the guilty employer and false friend.
Through the still subsidized Einstein he knew that the bootless espionage upon his leisure hours had been given up at last.

He had baffled his enemies.
It had not been done by fear of the clumsy artifices of Robert Wade, but a desire born of his overmastering love for Irma, to guard her every footstep.

His heart melted in its memories of that crowning hour of the avowal of his love, when she had whispered, "I dare not take you to my home! Wait, Randall, wait, and trust all to me." Two months past had seen him plunging deeper into the mad love, more blindly, every day, sinking into the hungry passion, waxing into a fond delirium, under the artful orders of a veiled Mokanna.
"You must lead him on, far as you can; make him forget everything in the world but yourself; promise him all, and grant him nothing." A thousand plans had been revolved by Clayton for the future, but the delicious thralldom of his love drew him to Irma Gluyas as the moon draws the sea.
It had been his own jealous lover heart which bade her meet him in all distant places, but to always shun the city with Wade's baffled spies still on the watch.
For once, the orders of the double traitor Einstein were identical, as neither the artful Braun nor the anxious lover cared to risk the dangers of Irma's face meeting the gaze of the watchful Wade.
In a guarded silence the young cashier awaited Mr.

Robert Wade's official action on this June afternoon.

He was only vaguely aware by rumor that Hugh Worthington and Miss Alice still lingered somewhere on the Pacific Coast.
There had been no further word from Arthur Ferris, and the all-important election was but a week distant now.