Lester Armstrong, whom they all believed well-nigh perfect, was
terribly intoxicated up in his private office, but they were to be
still more astounded ere the eventful day closed.
CHAPTER XVI.
THE WILL DISINHERITING FAYNIE.
As soon as the men had quitted the private office Kendale sprang to his
feet and began pacing up and down the length of the room excitedly,
muttering under his breath:
"'Ah, what a fatal web we weave
When first we practice to deceive.'
"It seems to me that there are traps in every direction to catch me. I
must be extra shrewd. I'll have those confounded bells changed at once.
I shouldn't be at all surprised to find an electric bell connected with
that chair at the desk which would call up the entire fire force of the
city if I were to lean back far enough in it."
He flung himself down in his seat again and took up the letter which he
had been perusing and which interested him so.
When he had first broken the seal of this missive his heart had fairly
jumped into his throat; at the first glance he saw that it was from Mrs.
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