"Johnson!" Anthony said feebly, clutching coldly at Mr. Boller's plump hand. "Oh, Johnson!"
"What?"
"Her father! She's the daughter of Theodore Dalton, Johnson! She's the daughter of the man they call the liniment king!"
"Yes?" said Johnson Boller.
The icy hand closed tighter about his own, rousing something almost akin to sympathy in Johnson Boller's bosom and causing him to lay a soothing hand on Anthony's shoulder—for so do men cling to a raft in mid-ocean.
"Johnson," Anthony Fry said piteously. "I've kidnaped the daughter of the only man in the world who can ruin me, and he'll do it!"
CHAPTER XI
The Other Lady
It was plain enough to Johnson Boller.