“They say Darius Conrad led him into the first speculations. Have you no feelings against him?”
“Yes! He is the one who should be punished; but he is rich and powerful, and I am poor now. How can I reach him? His money would save him, as it has saved him from his other victims; but he will not always triumph. The mills of the gods grind slowly, but his turn will come!”
Frank’s eyes were flashing now, and his face showed the fire that was burning deep within his soul. Looking at him, the doctor suddenly awoke to the fact that there was something besides forgiveness in his nature. Frank would not forget the real cause of his ruin.
“Be careful, young man,” he warned. “If you seek revenge on him, you will find he is powerful, and he will crush you.”
Frank smiled grimly.
“I shall wait my time,” he said. “It will come, something tells me that. It may not be for years, but it will come.”
“What do you intend to do now that your fortune is gone?”
“Work.”
“At what?”
“I do not know yet. At something—anything.”