Ere Mr. Conway could judge of his design the bogus Lester Armstrong had
bounded to his feet and into the midst of the crowd.
"You are discharged!" he cried, turning to the old cashier. "I will give
you just ten minutes to get out of this building--you and the girl, both
of you. It was a plan hatched up between you and her to extort money
from me."
The old cashier attempted to spring at him, but the strong hands of
indignant, pitying friends held him back.
Suddenly he stopped short, saying, with a dignity wonderful to behold:
"It is not necessary, I think, to ask any of you, who all know me so
well and know also my little Margery, not to give credence to so heinous
a statement. I am going from this place, friends. I would not stay
another moment in this villain's employ, nor would my Margery, though he
weighed us down with all the wealth the world holds. Come, Margery."
The crowd slowly parted, making way for them, and together Margery and
her father passed through the line of sympathizing faces, hand in
hand--the old man white, stern and resolute, pretty Margery sobbing as
though her heart would break.
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