Luther Rockwell fell back into his seat exhausted.
"You've had a trying time, sir!" said one of the policemen respectfully.
"Yes," ejaculated the banker with dry lips. "I wouldn't pass through it again for fifty thousand dollars. I've been as near a terrible death as any man can be—and live! But for the heroism of that boy—where is he?"
The question was answered by the appearance of Mark Mason himself, just returned from the police station.
"But for you," said the banker gratefully, "we should all be in eternity."
"I too!" answered Mark.
"Let me get at him!" shrieked the crank, eying Mark with a demoniac hatred. "But for him I should have succeeded."
"Was there really dynamite in the bag?" asked one of the policemen.
"Yes," answered Mark. "The sergeant opened it in my presence. He said there was enough dynamite to blow up the biggest building in the city."
"What is going to be done with it?" asked the banker anxiously.