Theodore.

"Just what I say," said Garrison. "I'll pay you five hundred dollars
for your affidavits, if they're genuine, and you may be interested to
know, by the way of news, that a later will by your step-uncle, John
Hardy, has come to light, willing everything to Dorothy--without
conditions. You wasted time by going out of town."

"A new will!--I refuse to believe it!" said Robinson, weak with
apprehension.

Garrison drew open a drawer of his desk and took out a loaded revolver.
He knew his man and meant to take no risk. Crossing to Dorothy, he
took the will from her hand.

"This is the document," he said. "Signed and witnessed in the best of
legal form. And speaking of leaving town, let me suggest that you
might avoid a somewhat unhealthily close confinement by making your
residence a good long way from Manhattan."

Robinson aged before their very eyes. The ghastly pallor remained on
his face. His shoulders lost something of their squareness. A muscle
was twitching about his mouth. His eyes were dulled as he tried once
more to meet the look of the man across the desk.

He knew he was beaten--and fear had come upon him, fear of the
consequences earned by the things he had done. He had neither the will
nor the means to renew the fight. Twice his lips parted, in his effort
to speak, before he mastered his impotent rage and regained the power
to think. He dropped his documents weakly on the desk.

"I'll take your five hundred for the papers," he said. "How much time
will you give me to go?"

"Two days," said Garrison. "I'll send you a check to-morrow morning."

Theodore turned to depart. Tuttle had returned. He knocked on the
door and entered. Startled thus to find himself face to face with
Robinson, he hesitated where he stood.

"So," said Theodore with one more gasp of anger, "you sold me out, did
you, Tuttle? I might have expected it of you!"

Tuttle would have answered, and not without heat. Garrison interposed.

"It's all right, Tuttle," he said. "Robinson knows when he's done. I
told him you were in a better camp. Any news of Mr. Fairfax for us
all?"

"It's out in the papers," said Tuttle in reply, taking two copies of an
evening edition from his pocket. "It seems a first wife of Mr. Fairfax
has nabbed him, up at White Plains. But he's crazy, so she'll put him
away."

For the first time in all the scene Dorothy spoke.

She merely said, "Thank Heaven!"

CHAPTER XXX