Clymer, who had followed the deputy marshal's movements with
interest, gave a shout which was echoed by Rochester and Dr. Stone,
who returned at that moment.

"Good God!" gasped Clymer, shaken out of his accustomed calm.
"Jimmie Turnbull!"

The deputy marshal eyed the startled men.

"You don't mean -" he stammered, and paused.

For answer Dr. Stone straightened the dead man and removed the wig.

"James Turnbull," he said gravely, and turning, addressed Rochester,
who had dropped down on the nearest chair. "Cashier of the
Metropolis Trust Company, Rochester, and your roommate, masquerading
as a burglar."


CHAPTER II

THE GAME OF CONSEQUENCES

R 0 Chester did not appear to hear Dr. Stone's words. With eyes
half starting from their sockets he sat staring at the dead man,
completely oblivious of the others' presence. After watching him
for a moment the physician turned briskly to the dazed deputy
marshal.