Then, with a strange, unaccountable presentiment of coming evil, Faynie Fairfax turned and stole up the serpentine path into the house again.
In just an hour's time Lester Armstrong was hurrying along Broadway again, making all haste toward his lodgings.

Suddenly some one tapped him on the shoulder, and a voice which he instantly recognised as his cousin's said, laughingly: "Both bent in the same direction, it seems.

Well, we'll travel along together to your lodging house, Lester." But alas! Who can see the strange workings of destiny?
In that instant Lester Armstrong slipped on the icy pavement, and Kendale, bending quickly over him, exclaimed: "He has broken his neck! He is dying.

He won't last five minutes!".