"Well, why not? Here, Norton!" The millionaire took Florence's hand and placed it in the reporter's. "It seems that I've got to lose her after all. Kiss her, man; in heaven's name, kiss her!"
And Norton threw his arms around the girl and kissed her soundly, careless of the fact that he was observed by both enemies and friends.
A QUICK CLUTCH AND THE POLICEMAN HAD HER BY THE WRIST
Suddenly the policeman who had been standing by the side of Braine ran into the living-room.
"He's alive! Braine's alive; he just stirred."
"What?" exclaimed Norton and Hargreave in a single breath.
"Yes, sir! I saw his hands move. It's a good thing we sent for a doctor. He ought to be along about now."
Even as he spoke the bell rang: and they all surged out into the hall, forgetting for the moment all about the million. Olga hadn't killed the man, then? The doctor knelt beside the stricken man and examined him. He shrugged.