"Windsor's getting it now." Dorns grinned. "We'll take a leaf out o' Mac's own book, and arrest him anyhow. I'll get hold of Judge Holcomb to-morrow and we'll nab him for conspiracy. You see to it at this end that no warning is sent him. Trust me and Holcomb to arrange a settlement, will you?" "Of course. But I'll want both him and Findlater out of the company." "Listen!" Dorns tapped him on the breast. "When I get done with that crook to-morrow night, he'll be clean--clean! So long, and good luck. I got to rush. Where'll I wire you?" Armstrong's face brightened in a smile. "Wire me--well, wire me at Evansville, and hope for the best!" Dorns clapped him on the shoulder, and was gone. Armstrong went back into the private office. Slosson, in a dazed panic, had just been checked in an outburst of speech by Windsor. As for Ried Williams, he was a broken man. "I have a little matter to settle with Slosson," said Armstrong quietly. "Strictly a personal matter, Mr. Windsor. Dorothy, will you kindly go into the adjoining office and wait for us?" He received a smiling assent from her that made his heart leap, and she left the room. Windsor put out a hand to Armstrong. "Hold on a second! What was that about Slosson being at your house?" "That's what I'm going to find out now." Armstrong turned to Slosson. "Come along!" "What for?" demanded the other with a show of defiance. Armstrong answered very softly. "Either you come or I'll force you. Why, you damned cur, do you want me to drag you in there by the collar?" Slosson turned to the door without a word. Armstrong paused for an instant to grip the hand of Jimmy Wren, and to utter a quick word. "Jimmy, you're all right! Watch out, now, that no warning message is sent Macgowan. I'll be back in a few minutes." Dorothy was seated before the desk in Slosson's office. When the two men entered, she looked up at them; under her gaze, the sullen eyes of Slosson dropped. "Our friend is going to tell us something, Dorothy." Armstrong motioned to a chair. "Sit down, Slosson." The other man stole a half-frightened glance at him, flinching under the crisp asperity of the words. He was startled and perturbed at the very manner of Armstrong, which was all untouched by victory. The intoxication of that sweeping triumph in the other office had now gone entirely from him. No trace of emotion, of exultancy, of domination, showed in him. He was his usual cool self, as though this affair were of no very great import.