"At your orders!" cried Findlater wildly. "It was you who did everything!"
"Prove it." Macgowan, abruptly, flamed with arrogance and tumultuous violence. His fist crashed on the desk as he leaned forward and transfixed Findlater with his wolfish, menacing stare.
"Sign that paper and get out of here!" he roared. "Throw me over, will you? I'll show you where you get off, you dirty hound! We'll have this paper signed and witnessed, and if you ever again try to knife me—Lord help you! Get busy!"
Findlater, his brow streaming with perspiration, laid the paper on the desk and reached out trembling fingers for a pen.
CHAPTER II
Jimmy Wren looked with harassed eyes at Armstrong, who sat at his desk listlessly going over a report.
"Reese," he broke out impulsively, "what the devil can I do? How can I help?"
Armstrong looked up at him soberly.
"Nothing, Jimmy, thanks," he answered in a flat voice.