XXXII THE WHITE HORSE SKIN 277 XXXIII THE RENEGADE 282 XXXIV THE TEMPTATION 289 XXXV FELDER TAKES A CASE 302 XXXVI THE HAND AT THE DOOR 305 XXXVII THE PENITENT THIEF 311 XXXVIII A DAY FOR THE STATE 319 XXXIX THE UNSUMMONED WITNESS 331 XL FATE'S WAY 335 XLI FELDER WALKS WITH DOCTOR BRENT 339 XLII THE RECKONING 344 XLIII THE LITTLE GOLD CROSS 353 XLIV THE IMPOSTOR 360 XLV AN APPEAL TO CÆSAR 369 XLVI FACE TO FACE 376 XLVII BETWEEN THE MILLSTONES 384 XLVIII THE VERDICT 390 XLIX THE CRIMSON DISK 395 L WHEN DREAMS COME TRUE 397 SATAN SANDERSON CHAPTER I AS A MAN SOWS "_To my son Hugh, in return for the care and sorrow he has caused me all the days of his life, for his dissolute career and his desertion, I do give and bequeath the sum of one thousand dollars and the memory of his misspent youth._" It was very quiet in the wide, richly furnished library. The May night was still, but a faint suspiration, heavy with the fragrance of jasmin flowers, stirred the Venetian blind before the open window and rustled the moon-silvered leaves of the aspens outside. As the incisive professional pronouncement of the judge cut through the lamp-lighted silence, the grim, furrowed face with its sunken eyes and gray military mustaches on the pillow of the wheel-chair set more grimly; a girl seated in the damask shadow of the fire-screen caught her breath; and from across the polished table the Reverend Henry Sanderson turned his handsome, clean-shaven face and looked at the old man. A peevish misogynist the neighborhood labeled the latter, with the parish chapel for hobby, and for thorn-in-the-flesh this only son Hugh, a black sheep whose open breaches of decorum the town had borne as best it might, till the tradition of his forebears took him off to an eastern university. A reckless life there and three wastrel years abroad, had sent him back to resume his peccadilloes on a larger scale, to quarrel bitterly with his father, and to leave his home in anger. In what rough business of life was Hugh now chewing the cud of his folly? Harry Sanderson was wondering. "Wait," came the querulous voice from the chair. "Write in 'graceless' before the word 'desertion'." "_For his dissolute career and his--graceless--desertion_," repeated the lawyer, the parchment crackling under his pen.