His mind was in a whirl of nervous rage.
“Bah! It’s this infernal storm in the air,” he cried, in disgust.
A feeling of suffocation at last mastered him. He turned the service over to an assistant, left the Temple, and returned to Gramercy Park with feverish step.
Overman was in the library in earnest consultation with Kate.
They both sprang to their feet as he hurriedly entered, and he could see that Kate was trembling with excitement and dread.
The banker was cool and insolent.
Gordon walked quickly to Kate’s side and spoke in icy tones of command.
“Go to your room. I have something to say to this gentleman it will not be necessary for you to hear.”
She hesitated and glanced inquiringly at Overman.
“Certainly; it’s best,” came his low, quick answer.