The day passed slowly; but late in the afternoon the suspense became so keen that he found it difficult to keep himself from making inquiries of the proper officials as to whether affidavits had been filed by Harbert or any other person. His hand did not shake now, but there was a steady pain at the back of his head. "Droom, I think I'll go home. If I don't appear in the morning, you'll know that I'm at some police station. Good-day!" "Good-bye!" said Elias, with correcting emphasis. Bansemer laughed heartily. "I believe you'd like to see me jugged." "Not unless you could be convicted. I'll have to remain in your employ until then, I suppose." "I've often wondered why you don't quit of your own accord--it seems so distasteful to you." "I'm working for you from force of habit." "You'll turn State's evidence if I'm arrested, no doubt, curse you." "If my word counted for anything," and he raised his hand; "I'd say--'So help me-I shan't." "I've never been able to understand you." "I guess you've always understood my feelings towards you." "You hate me?" "I'm no exception to the rule." "But hang you, you're faithful?" "Oh, I'll pay for it, never fear. You won't hesitate to sacrifice me if it will help you in any way. But, let me tell you something. Elias Droom has been smart enough to cover every one of his tracks, even if he hasn't been able to cover yours. I can't perform miracles. You don't seem as keen to bring about the family explosion as you were, I observe." "By heavens, I can't bear the thought of that boy--oh, well, close up the office as soon as you like." After he was safely out of the office Elias Droom glided into the private office, drew forth his bunch of keys and opened his employer's desk. A big revolver lay in the top drawer. The old clerk quickly removed the five cartridges and as deftly substituted a new set of them in their stead. The new ones were minus the explosive power. He grinned as he replaced the weapon and closed the desk. Dropping the cartridges into his coat pocket, he returned to his own desk, chuckling as he set to work on his papers. "I won't betray him to the law, but I've fixed it so that he can't escape it in that way." Bansemer's man informed him upon his arrival home that Mr. Graydon would not be in for dinner. He had left word that Mrs. Cable was very much improved and that he and Miss Cable were going out for a long drive-in a hansom. It was his intention to dine with Mr. and Miss Cable, very informally.