"Oh, Lester, have pity--have mercy--I--"
"You shall have the same quality of mercy dealt out to you that you have
meted out to others!" replied Lester, sternly.
Suddenly Kendale wrenched himself free from his grasp, crying out,
hoarsely and triumphantly:
"I am game yet. I have married the girl you love. She is my lawfully
wedded wife. I have lost the Marsh millions, but you are checkmated,
Lester Armstrong. I have the Fairfax fortune, and your Faynie!"
"Don't delude yourself into believing so prettily an arranged scheme,"
exclaimed a voice from the doorway, and a woman whom Kendale had not
noticed among the crowd before glided hastily forward, threw back her
veil, confronting the villain.
"Gertrude!" he cried aghast, staggering back.
"Yes, Gertrude, your wife," she replied. "Your wife, though you tried
hard to induce me to go to Dakota and secure a divorce from you. I had
instituted it and would soon have obtained it had I not read in the
papers of the great fortune you had fallen into, for you had told me
your cousin Lester Armstrong was dead, and you were to take his name and
place as assistant cashier--no one knowing of his death, and you could
easily pass yourself off for him owing to your wonderful resemblance to
each other.
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