Still, if you insist--" "Yes, I insist," he cut in sharply.
"What name is to be entered ?" asked the surgeon.
"Clinton Kendale.

He is an actor, and my cousin," he responded in a low even voice.
He watched them while they carried forth the unconscious man.
"My first test will be with the people of this house," he muttered, shutting his teeth hard.
Thrusting the money still deeper in his pocket, he walked boldly down the stairs, tapping at the door to the right, which he knew to be the living room of the family.
"I am going to give up my room," he said.
"Laws a mercy, Mr.Armstrong!" exclaimed the old lady.

"What sudden notice! I am so sorry to lose you!" He chatted for a few moments, paid what was due her, then turned hastily and left the place, remarking before he went that he should not need the few things that he left in his room; that she could keep them if she liked as remembrances.
Once again he was out on the street, with the cold wind blowing on his face.
"Nothing ventured, nothing won!" he said, under his breath.

"Now for the heiress and the million of money.

By Jove! it's better to be born lucky than rich.