And there 's no need of waiting.

I want to thank you exceedingly for your offer, and to tell you--that you can go straight to hell!" And without looking back to see the result of his ultimatum, Fairchild rose, strode to the door, unlocked it, and stamped down the hall.

He had taken snap judgment, but in his heart, he felt that he was right.
What was more, he was as sure as he was sure of life itself that Anita Richmond had not arranged the interview and did not even know of it.
One streaking name was flitting through Fairchild's brain and causing it to seethe with anger.

Cleverly concealed though the plan might have been, nicely arranged and carefully planted, to Robert Fairchild it all stood out plainly and clearly--the Rodaines! And yet why?
That one little word halted Fairchild as he left the elevator.

Why should the Rodaines be willing to free him from all the troubles into which his mining ventures had taken him, start him out into the world and give him a fortune with which to make his way forward?
Why?
What did they know about the Blue Poppy mine, when neither he nor Harry had any idea of what the future might hold for them there?
Certainly they could not have investigated in the years that were gone; the cave-in precluded that.