Needless to say, he will be with me no more." And, turning on his heel, the old fellow walked slowly away, his hands clasped behind him, his head bowed.
And the crowd poured after him to shake his hand and tell him of their unshakable confidence in his honesty.

McKeever was ruined, but the house of Frederic Fernand was more firmly established than ever, after the trial of the night..