Clymer alone, and not in the presence of Colonel McIntyre.

"Did you search Turnbull's apartment last night as you spoke of
doing?" asked McIntyre.

"I did, and found no trace of your securities, Colonel."

McIntyre lifted his eyebrows as he smiled sarcastically. "Can I
see Rochester?" he asked.

"He is in Cleveland; I don't know just when he will be back."

"Indeed? Too bad you haven't the benefit of his advice," remarked
McIntyre insolently. "At Clymer's request, Kent, I have allowed
you until Saturday night to find the securities and either clear
Turnbull's name or admit his guilt; there remain two days and a
half before I take the affair in my own hands and make it public."

"I hope to establish Turnbull's innocence before that time," retorted
Kent coolly.

Inwardly his spirits sank; had not every effort on his part brought
but further proof of Jimmie's guilt? That McIntyre would make no
attempt to hush up the scandal was obvious.

"Keep me informed of your progress," McIntyre's manner was
domineering and Kent felt the blood mount to his temples, but he
was determined not to lose his temper whatever the provocation;
McIntyre was Barbara's father.