While David was at breakfast--his appetite shrunk from it--the Mayor sat down at his table, which had the privacy of an empty corner. "By the way," the Mayor whispered, "d'you have any idea yet how Chambers found out?" "No more than yesterday. We told you of the call of that detective. He must have been from Chambers, and he must have made the discovery. But how, we don't know." "Poor Rogers!" The Mayor shook his head sadly, thoughtfully. His face began slowly to redden and his eyes to flash. He thrust out a big fist. "Friend, I don't believe in fightin'--but say, I'd give five years to flatten the face that belongs to Mr. Chambers!" David had to smile at the idea of the Mayor and Mr. Chambers engaged in fisticuffs. "It's sad, but men like Mr. Chambers are beyond the reach of justice." The Mayor dropped his belligerent attitude. "Oh, I don't know. Mebbe they can't be reached with fists, or law--but there's other ways. And I'd like to jab him any old way. I've been thinkin' about that daughter o' his. Wouldn't I like to tell her a few things about her dad!" The Mayor swayed away in response to a summons from the kitchen, and a few minutes later David entered his room bearing in a basket Rogers's prescribed milk and soft-boiled eggs. Rogers drank down the eggs, which David had stirred to a yellow liquid, and after them the milk, and then with a gasp of relief sank back upon the couch. As David was clearing up after the breakfast he heard some one--Kate he guessed--enter the office, and presently there was a rap on the door between the two rooms. David opened the door and found, as he had expected, Kate Morgan. She wore her coat and hat, just as she had come from the street. On her face was a strange, compressed look, and her eyes were red-lidded. "Can I come in?" she asked with tremulous abruptness. "Please do," said David. She entered and moved to the foot of the couch where she could look down on Rogers. "I've come to say something--and to say good-bye," she announced. "Say good-bye?" Rogers sat up. "Good-bye? Why? Oh, you have a new position?" "No. I've no right to be here. You won't want me when you know. So I'm going." Her face tightened with the effort of holding down sobs. The two men looked at her in wonderment, waiting. "You know how broke up I was when you told me about yesterday afternoon," she went on, "and how mad I was at Mr. Chambers. And then to find out what I have!... Here's what I've come to tell you. Yesterday afternoon and last night my father was drinking a great deal. I wondered where he got the money. This morning I went through his clothes while he was asleep; there were several dollars. I asked him about it. He lied to me, of course. But I got the truth out of him in the end.