esently returned. His air was altered to one of confidence.

"You are to come in, please!" he hissed like a respectful snake.

It was two hours later, five o'clock, when Richard emerged from that
private room of Mr. Bayard's. Taking the carriage which had waited, he
returned to the station and caught a train for Washington. A message
went to Matzai notifying that Mongol of what changes had been determined
on in the destinies of himself and the luggage.

It was the following morning at the hour of eight. Richard called for
Mr. Gwynn. When that severe personage had taken his proper station on
the rug, he rolled his piscatorial eye on Richard as though inviting
notice. The latter young gentleman was improving himself with coffee,
now and then pausing to thoughtfully glance over a roll of names.

"What were the last quotations on Anaconda stock?" demanded Richard,
still contemplating the names.

"Common, two hundred and eleven; preferred, two hundred and seventeen,
sir," and Mr. Gwynn creaked by way of ending the sentence.

"Here are the keys to my boxes in the Colonial Trust. Here also are the
names of fifty New York banks. Please establish a credit of two millions
in each of them--one hundred millions of dollars in all. Use Anaconda
stock. Bring me certified checks for the one hundred millions, with a
statement from each bank showing what Anaconda shares it holds as
security. I think you understand. I want one hundred millions instantly
available. You will go to New York at once and make the arrangements.
Day after to-morrow meet me in Mr. Bayard's rooms, Thirty, Broad, at
three o'clock P. M., with everything as I have outlined."

"Very good, sir; you are very kind, sir," creaked Mr. Gwynn.

CHAPTER XIII

HOW THE SAN REVE GAVE STORRI WARNING

Had you, at the time Richard visited that gentleman, written Mr. Bayard
a letter, you would have addressed it to Mr. Robert Lance Bayard, and
anyone who saw you do it would have gazed in wonder and respect to think
you were upon terms of personal correspondence with that blinding meteor
of speculation. Mr. Bayard sat in his rooms at Thirty, Broad, like an
astrologer in his tower cell; he considered the stars and cast the
horoscopes of companies. That done, he took profitable advantage of his
prescience.

In the kingdom of stocks Mr. Bayard's position was unique. He, like
Napoleon, was without a model and without a shadow. He constructed no
corporations, shoved no