"The papers," he added, "will be ready for your signature to-morrow at this time, and I'll have a cheque ready for the entire amount.

Good-day." Mr.Bagley entered.

Ryder bowed to Herts, who slowly retired.

When the door had closed on him Ryder went back to his desk, a smile of triumph on his face.

Then he turned to his secretary: "Let Sergeant Ellison come up," he said.
The secretary left the room and Mr.Ryder sank comfortably in his chair, puffing silently at his long black cigar.