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Five years passed Again it was summer Mostyn with his wife and his only child, Richard, Jr, lived in the Mitchell ed Mostyn himself was considerably altered in appearance There were deeper lines in his face; he was thinner, iven to nervousness and loss of sleep; his hair was turning gray; he had been told by his doctor that he worried too one in his married life as the financier had wished One of the e in his father- in-laho had lapsed quite abruptly into troublesoe From a shrewd business man old Mitchell had become a querulous child, subject to fits of suspicion and violent outbursts of anger At themoments he would totter into the bank, approach his son- in-law, and insist on talking overin a rational light Mostyn had tried to deal with hi down a torrent of half-wild threats as to what the old ard to certain investments the two held in common Indeed, it was plain to many that Mitchell had formed an intuitive dislike for his son-in-lahich, sorandson

Saunders becaenial sort of escape-valve for the oldall in his power to pacify hiy

One warm day in the present June Mitchell carily, he went into Mostyn's office, where his son-in-law sat absorbed over soe

"Huh!" he sniffed "Your nigger porter told ed I'd have hit the whelp with this cane, sir Busy! I say busy! If it hadn't been for uess you wouldn't run long"

Flushing with coer and sensitive shame, Mostyn put his papers aside and rose

"Sit down, and rest," he said "Albert meant no harm I told him that I had some important work to do and that I did not want to be disturbed just now; but, of course, I had no reference to you"

"Oh, I know you didn't!" Mitchell sneered, his chin and white beard quivering "I knohat your plan is I' my means, and you are afraid I'll want to knohat you have done with them I'll have a statement by law--that's what I'll do"