enemy. They had been discussing him. Perhaps an inkling of his secret
had somehow got into their minds. They had been watching him for days
past. They had become suspicious.

Clearly, he must act now, or let the opportunity slip by perhaps for
ever. He heard Thorpe's voice in his ear, but this time it was no mere
whisper, but a plain human voice, speaking out loud.

"Now!" it said. "Do it now!"

The room was empty. Only the Manager and himself were in it.

Jones turned from his desk where he had been standing, and locked the
door leading into the main office. He saw the army of clerks scribbling
in their shirt-sleeves, for the upper half of the door was of glass. He
had perfect control of himself, and his heart was beating steadily.

The Manager, hearing the key turn in the lock, looked up sharply.

"What's that you're doing?" he asked quickly.

"Only locking the door, sir," replied the secretary in a quite even
voice.

"Why? Who told you to--?"

"The voice of Justice, sir," replied Jones, looking steadily into the
hated face.

The Manager looked black for a moment, and stared angrily across the