NEW YORK
DODD, MEAD AND COMPANY
1910
Copyright, 1910, by WILLIAM HAMILTON OSBORNE
Published April, 1910
TO
W. H. O., Jr. and F. S. O.
ILLUSTRATIONS
| "Just a stroke of the pen, dear, and my father will be free" (page 279) | Frontispiece |
| FACING PAGE | |
| It was a mere wisp of a girl who confronted him | 14 |
| If only he had dared ... he would have drawn the dainty head of Leslie Wilkinson down onhis shoulder and would have kissed her thenand there | 76 |
| "We've got a long fight ahead, Leslie—a running fight, as Colonel Morehead calls it, but I'mready" | 370 |
I
Once, twice, thrice,—failing miserably in his attempt to appear unconcerned,—Ilingsworth paced back and forth in front of Peter V. Wilkinson's big house in Riverside Drive. There it stood: a massive, forbidding, modern pile of limestone, wholly unlike anything in its vicinity. And yet, now that the time had come, Ilingsworth's face wore a confused, half-fearful look, a sense of uncertainty possessed him, which was all the more maddening because so far, at least, there had been no obstacles or delays in this brief, turbulent journey of his; on the contrary, all had gone well with him, and like a falcon in pursuit of its prey he had sped on the straightest of straight lines towards a person of the name of Leslie Wilkinson, and this person, so Ilingsworth assured himself, would soon feel his claws.
From a distance, it is true, Wilkinson's imposing structure had differed little from that which his imagination had led him to expect. It was like the pictures he had seen of it many times in the papers; so like, in fact, that even now in his extremity he could feel the strange, exultant pride he had experienced but a few short months ago when exhibiting to Elinor a counterfeit presentment of it in a monthly magazine. And, certainly, he had every right to be proud, at least, so he thought then,—for was not he, Elinor's father, Giles Ilingsworth of Morristown, a close business associate of Peter V. Wilkinson, the great financier? His business associate! Ugh! The very thought of it now made him shiver, tortured him. Indeed, to such an extent that, on nearing the place, his vengeful purpose was kindled anew, and his right hand took a fresh grip on an object of sinister shape hidden in his pocket. At that moment Ilingsworth had but one idea: to get it over with as soon as possible.