“I have neither money nor friends. All I had to hope for died with James Garston. You were not man enough to demand an accounting of the living. “And now death pays all debts. I have absolutely nothing to show—” Vreeland had seized his wife’s wrist. “You were his—” “Ward,” quietly retorted the beautiful rebel. “And, sir, you took me as I took you, on trust! They told me that you were rich. I find you out to be a mere coward—a fool and a weakling, too! You have thrown away the handsome fortune which James Garston gave you. What has become of your own money? “And your humbug ‘business interests’ down in Wall Street. Were you, too, only an ‘outside agent’ for Mrs. Willoughby—a mere paper screen for her speculations? What have you to show me?” Vreeland’s whitened face proved his silent rage. “Our paths separate here!” bitterly said Katharine Vreeland. “If you have nothing, I have less. Not even a husband! Do you see that door?” she cried, with flashing eyes. “Never cross its threshold again. Leave me to my dead friend, my dead hopes, my dead heart—and my poverty.” She was brave to the last, even in her abandonment. With a last curse, lost upon the ears of the defiant woman now hidden in her own room, Vreeland had turned away to his flight, leaving his wife penniless, and he departed with but one last mad hope. To bear away Justine Duprez, the only witness, to rescue the incriminating document, and then divide with the artful Frenchwoman the remaining twenty thousand dollars of the loan forced from Garston. For his deserted wife he had not even a thought! “Once safe in Paris, Justine can easily hide me there. I can easily extort a fortune from Mrs. Willoughby and her rich associates. Justine can marry and have her petit hôtel. The document will be a wellspring of flowing golden treasure.” And so in his last hours of life, the woman whom he would once have sacrificed became his only hope, and to draw her to his presence at their only safe trysting place he had gone to the “Circassia” for the last time. But she could not see his furtive signals, his hovering around. She herself was under lock and key now! The artful schemer proved in death the truth of Mr. James Potter’s favorite adage, for his punishment “came around, like everything else, to the man who waited,” and he only waited in vain, for Justine Duprez’s footfall. But, grim Death found him out red-handed in his miserable treachery. Judge Endicott was closeted with Mrs. Willoughby as Roundsman Dan Daly sprang into the room and led the trembling woman to a corner. When they were alone, Daly whispered: “Just step into your own room and see if this is all right. “For God’s sake, never tell a human soul how you got it back. I have gone beyond my duty to get this into your hands. I would be cast off the force, punished and disgraced.”