"I accept the terms," he said, slowly. "I think Miss Chandler's presence here places her as much in my power as I care to have her, and I am not at all desirous of securing her money, therefore I agree to your terms."
Evelyn Chandler started forward, her ashen face more pallid than ever.
"You will eternally regret it if you do!" she gasped, hoarsely. "Do you know what the papers are that she wishes to conceal? Do you know who she is?"
"The key to this door!" cried Leonie, excitedly. "Throw it to me and the will is yours!"
"Listen to me, now!" gasped Miss Chandler. "I swear——"
"Here is the will!" interrupted Leonie. "The key—quick! There is a man in front of the house. If you hesitate I shall break the glass and pitch it through if you kill me!"
"Hear me!" panted Miss Chandler, catching Kingsley by the lapel of the coat and holding him frantically.
It but impeded his progress as he would have sprung toward Leonie; and seeing that she would not hesitate a moment to accomplish the purpose that she had assured him she would, he took the key from his pocket and flung it toward her.
Knowing that he would catch her if she made any attempt to escape with the will, she threw it down, unlocked the door, and sped away down the street like the wind.
The man of whom she had spoken as being across the street was a myth, but it had seemed to put an idea into her head that strangely enough had not occurred to her before.