ease. Norcross, in his regular place at the glass-covered desk, laid his glass down; and his gaze wandered again to the spire of Old Trinity and then, following down, to the churc

ger, how I was making it

at he might control his voice. When, finally, he s

that my job was done. Of course," he added, "I was complimented to have you tell me-what I've forgotten. If you

ch of the Lusitania, but his mind re

And she's right-she's right. What's the ten or twenty years I've got to live in this world, compared with all that's waiting us o

tha?" enqu

s hurried little walk. Bulger did not fail to notice that, within a minute or two, a heavy, beady perspiration came out on his face and forehead. Th

lieve it. Proofs! Proofs! I've wasted thirty years. I might have had her-the best part of her-all this time. You think I'm crazy-" he stopped an

you were crazy-just before you let off your fireworks. You've got there because you dared do things that o

proved it-found! the way-set up the wires-and we laugh, and call it all fraud. I don't laugh! Why, we're on the verge of things which make the railroad and the steamboat and the telegraph seem like toys-if we only dared. I dare-I dare!" He went on pacing the floor; and now the beads had

ard the old, iron, inscrutable Norcross whom the world knew

e and subtlety, he had instruction to play gently upon the Norcross contrariety, the Norcross habit of rejecting advice. This, if ever, seemed the time. With a bold hand, he laid his counter upon the board.

nt from the south door of Old Trinity, per

lk business and I've tried it twice since. I couldn't get a single rise out of that. This medium receives from me her regular rate, and no more. I established that in the beginning. Though I s

d his elbows

wonderful

d of talking with spirits long before they dreamed of talking to each other across an ocean. We only

sed to f

oice exploded-"I may see her, Bulger-b

himself back

, jumping with an af

his spirit from that disintegrating, anaemic cell in his brain to the sound, full-blooded cells by which he did

, you'll go with me and you'll believe too." And now the secre

ing elsewhere. In the offices of the Evening Sun, the stereotypers had just shot the front page of the Wall Street edition down to the clanking basement. It carried a "beat"; and that item of news had as much to do with this story as with the ultimate destinies of the L.D. and M. railroad. On October 19, two weeks hence, the directors of the road were to meet and decide whether to pay or pass the dividend. "The directors"-that, as the Sun insinuated, meant none other than Norcross. Holding a majority of

umped out at him from a headline. The inside information, held for two weeks by the group of speculators in which Bulger moved, was out; the public was admitted t

e Mongolia Mine until after October 19. By straining his credit to the utmost-liquidating everything-he himself could raise a trifle more than seventy thousand dollars. He hesitated no lon

honed for a cab, and proceeded to his club, where h