How she had come to the library in search of a book and had encountered him stealing through the halls, a veritable thief in the dead of the night, bent upon securing a sum of money which he had learned in some way was in the safe, and that he now had it in his pocket, and that she had prevented him from securing her father's will by snatching it from his grasp.
Mrs.Fairfax had fallen back, trembling like an aspen leaf.

She recognized her husband's will in Faynie's hands, and that, although the girl did not say so before the servants, she knew her treachery.
"Come, Claire, my child," she said, turning to her daughter, "this is no place for you." But Claire did not stir; she stood quite still, looking from the one to the other, as though she could not fully comprehend all that she saw and heard.
By this time Kendale had recovered from his shock, and as he listened to Faynie's recital, realized that she was not indeed a ghost, but the heiress of the Fairfax millions, and his own wife at that.

And when he found his voice he cried out: "The girl tells the truth! She is mine, and as her husband I am lord and master of this house, and of her." As he uttered the words he strode toward Faynie with a diabolical chuckle, and seized her slender wrists in his grasp.
"Unhand me!" shrieked Faynie, struggling frantically in his grasp, almost fainting with terror.
"No one dares interfere between man and wife," replied Kendale, mockingly.
He did not see three dark forms spring over the threshold, thrusting the servants hastily aside.
But in less time than it takes to tell it, a strong arm thrust him aside, and a tall form sprang between him and Faynie, while a voice that struck terror to his very soul cried out: "You have come to the end of your rope, Clinton Kendale.

You have lost the game, while it was almost in your grasp!" "Great Heaven, is it you, Lester Armstrong!" cried the guilty villain, fairly quivering with terror.

"Oh, Lester, have pity--have mercy--I--" "You shall have the same quality of mercy dealt out to you that you have meted out to others!" replied Lester, sternly.
Suddenly Kendale wrenched himself free from his grasp, crying out, hoarsely and triumphantly: "I am game yet.