“No, not much,” replied the station-master, “except that Peter Berrington, the billionaire, is dead.”
“Thank God!” fervently ejaculated Steele, to the astonishment of the station-master.
“Yes,” said the official, “he’s gone where his money won’t do him no good. Found dead in his chair in his office in New York, two days ago. There’s the paper, if you want to read about it.”
Steele went in and possessed himself of the paper.
“By Jove!” he muttered, as he gazed at the big, black headlines. “He or his system sent a man to death when he ought to have been preparing for death himself. That’s as it should be. Thank goodness the shadow has lifted!”
John Steele forgot the words of Shakespeare:=
````"The evil that men do lives after them."=