He breathed freer when he reached the sidewalk.
Fortunately, no one had overheard the unseemly quarrel.
His hand was on the carriage door when his glances fell upon the questioning face of Emil Einstein.
"Anything further, sir ?" demanded the eager office boy.

"Yes! Jump in with me and ride down to the Pennsylvania Ferry.

I may need you." Ferris' brain was in a whirl.

He had intended to double around and reach Wade's house, where he was a secret guest, during the excitable ordeal of the election.
Too well he knew the dangers of setting his own foot in Wall Street.
Keen brokers, great operators, lynx-eyed newspaper reporters would soon corner him.
His slightest word would be misconstrued, and there was still time for some unforeseen plot before the polls of the stockholders' election closed at three o'clock.
Clayton's defiant manner had aroused his jealousy to a keen rage.
"Does the fool know anything of my marriage ?" he mused.

"How could he ?" Ferris smiled, for his girl wife was still in Tacoma, by her father's side, and the marriage had been a secret one.
The crafty lawyer hated Clayton, at heart, for too well he knew that no word clouding Clayton's character could be uttered unchallenged in Alice Worthington's presence.
Once he had tried, to probe her opinions, with faint sneers, but his voice had died away under the indignant protest of the heiress.
"I do not know who has poisoned my father's mind," resolutely said the Little Sister, "but Randall Clayton has been the brother of my heart, and always will be.