Kenyon paused and leaned against the door frame.
“Gone,” said he, “and in another moment she’ll probably have the house in an uproar.”
The words had no sooner left his lips than there came a muffled scream from the hall below. Kenyon leaped to the stair rail and bent over, listening. Then the lights below were switched on, flooding the stairway and hall; to Kenyon’s amazement he saw Griscom Forrester and Anna standing pale-faced and startled at the foot of the stairs; while confronting them with blazing eyes and a revolver in his hand was Farbush.
XVI
KENYON CALLS ON THE MAN FROM SAGINAW
“And the brief news comes in the darkest night,
That leads us on and on.”
—Doggerels of Balmacenso.
Garry Webster sat in his rooms, a high-ball before him, and a fat black cigar burning between his fingers, when Kenyon was announced early next evening. Webster demonstratively shook him by the hand.
“Sit down and drink something,” said he. “I’m about as glad to see you as I’ve ever been to seen anyone in my life. Why, it’s at least two nights since I dined with you.”
Kenyon waved away the Scotch, but lit a cigar.