Was she no longer standing upon that brink? The question flashed
through her mind as she remembered an incident until then completely
lost in the greater issues. It was the threat of that scrawled note
which had been flung in at that very window. She even remembered the
sensation of the blow which had awakened her on the night of torture
during which she had waited for Jeff's return from Orrville.
She sprang to her feet. Every other thought was swept from her mind.
And, for a moment, fresh panic stirred her veins. The words of that
message. They were unforgettable.
"You sold the lives of men for a price. You had your way then. We're
goin' to have our way now. You'll pay for that deal the only way we
know."
The only way we know! Her memory flew to the man Sikkem. Oh, she knew
him. She had recognized him on the instant of their meeting. She knew
he came from Orrville. She had seen him there. But---- Was he one of
the original Orrville gang, all unsuspected, or, at least, if not
unsuspected, _unknown_ to be?
While she pondered the subject she heard her husband's arrival.
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