to the French window, opened it, and threw the revolver over the sill.
"Get out!" he said briefly, turning to the man, "get out of my sight! If Jim ever receives another penny from you, I'll tell him all I know."
The man swayed towards the chair. "Do you mean it?" he gasped, "honest?"
He began to sob and choke a little, and turning half bent over the chair, hunted with his hand for his hat.
"Get out!" Lindsay repeated violently, looking persistently sidewise.
The man leaned over and fumbled for the picture on the floor, found it and straightened himself.
Suddenly he leaped back and fell into the chair again; a dreadful pallor reached the roots of his hair.
"All up, I guess—twice to-day—'Jim good-by," he said very quickly, and rolled against Lindsay, the picture tight in his hand.
"Lin! If you don't come pretty soon"—Caroline pushed open the door a little.
