misunderstanding. I left because Forster appeared to be unreasonable.
'As I was leaving, he seemed to be suffering from a momentary attack of dizziness; but I had no idea it might prove fatal. His caretaker was there; I had no reason to remain. But the next morning, I was amazed to read in the newspaper that Clifford Forster had died, and that an unknown visitor was supposed to have caused his death the previous night!'
'Why did you not go to the police?' asked Partridge. 'You could have told them.'
'They would have asked me why I visited Forster. I would have had to tell them all about the gold—about your secret—about my deal with Forster. Such a strange story would have excited suspicion.'
'I understand.'
'But the strain was terrible,' continued Guthrie. 'The longer I waited, the worse the case would be against me when they found out my connection. I was afraid.
'Then I realized that there was one person who might suspect the identity of the visitor at Forster's house.
That one was you!'
Lucien Partridge made no response. His eyes had a thoughtful look.
'You understand, don't you?' questioned Guthrie. 'I was sure that you had learned of Forster's death—that you would wonder where I was - that you would suspect me as the unknown man.
'The strain became so great I had to talk to some one. I realized then that it was my duty to tell you what had happened. I slipped away from New York —I came here—here—to find my only friend!'
'You have done wisely,' declared Partridge in a slow tone. 'Come, Guthrie. You are tired. Let us go in the library, where we can rest and talk at ease.'
THE old man led the way, and Guthrie followed him like an obedient child. In the library, Guthrie slumped into a chair and sat staring straight ahead, while Partridge watched him.
'Tell me,' said the old man. 'Why did you and Forster quarrel?'
'It was about the gold,' responded Guthrie, in a monotonous tone. 'Forster was angry because the production had not been increased.'
'What did you tell him?'
'I told him'—Guthrie hesitated—'I told him that you were doing your best; that the promises I had made were based purely upon my belief that you would increase the output.'
'What did he say?'
'He claimed that I was double-crossing him; that you were producing more gold than he was getting; that I was secretly appropriating some without his knowledge.'
'And you replied -'
'I told him the truth. I said that I came here seldom; that I left the shipments to you. He doubted my story. He became so insulting that I lost my temper and cursed him. Then I thought it best to leave.'
'And now -'
'Now I do not know what to do. I am innocent; yet I am afraid to tell my story. I cannot bring your name into the picture, of course. It would be unfair to you.'
'You would not have to mention my name to the police.'
'They would force it from me, Partridge. I would have to tell all if I told part.'
The old man nodded thoughtfully; then he walked forward and placed his hand on Guthrie's shoulder.
'Did people know that you were a friend of Clifford Forster?' he asked.
'Very few,' responded Guthrie uneasily. 'Our relations were kept secret; but I am afraid that my name may become known. Forster had papers—there on his desk.'
Lucien Partridge tightened his lips as he heard this statement. Guthrie was sitting with bowed head.
Partridge nodded thoughtfully to himself.
'I have a plan, Guthrie,' he declared. 'A wonderful plan. I can protect you.'
'How?' questioned Guthrie, raising his head in eagerness.
'Wait until the morning,' urged the old man, in a cryptic tone. 'Have confidence, Guthrie. Get some rest to- night. I shall have Vignetti call you early.'
'You are sure that your plan will work?'
'I am certain of it. Do not worry, Guthrie. Remember, I have wealth. While Forster lived, the gold that I produced belonged to him. Now that he is dead, it is ours.'
The statement was uttered in a most matter-of-fact tone. Nevertheless, it brought a bright look of eagerness to Guthrie's haggard face. Like Forster, Guthrie was governed by cupidity. In his worry, he had forgotten that the principal recipient of Partridge's synthetic wealth was now eliminated.
Gold! The very thought of it elated Lawrence Guthrie. He raised his head and managed to force a smile to his lips. That smile was an ugly grin. Lucien Partridge returned it with a mild, benign smile.
'Perhaps you can rest more easily now,' declared Partridge. 'Come. I shall summon Vignetti to show you to a room upstairs. You must have sleep—for a journey lies ahead of you to-morrow.'
Guthrie arose and nodded. His face showed relief; his tired frame was capitulating now that his mind no longer worried.
The Corsican entered in response to Lucien Partridge's call. He conducted Lawrence Guthrie to a room upstairs.
VIGNETTI was the last person whom Lawrence Guthrie saw that night; he was also the first person whom Guthrie encountered in the morning. It was six o'clock when the Corsican knocked at the door and summoned Guthrie to rise.
Guthrie was in good spirits when he came downstairs. The door to the laboratory was open. He entered the room, and found Lucien Partridge, bright and cheery, standing at a worktable.
'You slept well,' was Partridge's comment.
'Yes,' responded Guthrie. 'You appear to have enjoyed a good rest.'
'I have been here all night,' smiled Partridge. 'This afternoon I shall nap for a few hours. That is all the sleep I require. When one is older and completely engrossed in great work, sleep is scarcely more than an occasional habit.'
Guthrie stared incredulously.
'Now,' declared Partridge, in a calm tone, 'I shall tell you your plans. A train is due at Westbrook Falls at seven o'clock. You will take it.'
'To New York?'
'No—away from New York. It reaches Buffalo before noon. There you must take a train for Canada.
Go to Toronto—change again, and take a train to Montreal. Remain there, at the Hotel Francais, where you will receive a message from me within a few days. Do you understand?'
'I do. This message -'
'It will be most welcome to you. It will bring you funds—enough money for you to travel to Europe in luxury and comfort. It will also give you full instructions regarding your passport. Everything will be in proper order. Rely upon me. Register under your own name; there is no reason for worry.
'But under no circumstances must it be known that you have been to Westbrook Falls. Therefore, upon arriving in Buffalo, you must be sure to destroy any ticket stubs that you have received.
'Do the same when you arrive in Toronto; and also in Montreal. For in Montreal you are starting upon a new career. You are to forget the worries of the past. You understand?'
'Everything is quite plain,' nodded Guthrie. 'Rely upon me to follow your instructions.'
Vignetti entered the laboratory. Lucien Partridge beckoned to him, and spoke in Italian. Vignetti responded in the same language.
'Vignetti will get the car to take you to the station,' explained Partridge, to Guthrie. 'You can wait here with me while I start the day's experiment. I am anxious to be back at work.'
Guthrie watched Vignetti reach into the drawer. He noticed a pair of gloves at the front of the drawer; the Corsican passed over them, and picked up another pair that were folded at the back of the drawer. He brought them to Lucien Partridge, who laid them on the table. Then Vignetti produced a smock and helped the old man don it. The Corsican went away.
