mortgage he held on the Fairbanks cottage. He had bargained to keep the humiliating details of Farrington's swindling operations secret as long as the defeated magnate let them alone. He did not think that Farrington would now risk public exposure by attempting any further tricky measures of gain or revenge. Still, Ralph disliked coming in contact with the man, who would willingly do him an injury and gloat over his downfall.
He was glad that Farrington did not notice him. The attention of the magnate was at once directed to a blue-print plan nailed between two windows.
"There is the switch plan of the yards, Mr. Farrington," said the master mechanic, indicating the sheet of paper in question.
Mr. Blake nodded to Ralph. Then he looked inquiringly at Mrs. Davis.
"A lady who was looking for Mort Bemis," explained Ralph. "He owes her some money, it seems."
"He owes about everybody he can work," said the master mechanic brusquely, and crossed the room after Farrington.
Mrs. Davis quickly went to the trap. She kept her eye on Gasper Farrington until safely down on the ladder, placed her finger on her lips
