Who would have thought the poor cashier would have known enough to play for such high stakes?
Almost as soon as Lester Armstrong had uttered the last word, he fell back upon his pillow in a dead faint.
"The end is not far," muttered Kendale.

"I suppose it would look better to send a call for an ambulance and have him sent to the hospital." He acted upon the thought without a moment's delay, and while the wagon was _en route_ made a quick search of his unfortunate cousin's apartment, a sardonic smile of triumph lighting his face.

And as he transferred the money to his pocket, a sudden thought rushed through his brain--a thought that for the instant almost took his breath away.
Like one fascinated, he looked down at the white face.

"I could do it; yes, I am sure I could do it," he muttered, drawing his breath hard.
At that moment the ambulance wagon rattled up to the door.

In another instant the two attaches entered the room.
"What is the difficulty ?" queried the man, and briefly Kendale explained.
"It seems hardly worth while to take him to the hospital," said one of the men; "he would hardly last until we reach there.