"Phil, you are breaking my heart.
Listen. You got my note? But I did not desert you so abominably. I
made a discovery that last night of yours in Churchill. I went to
Eileen Brokaw, and to-morrow--some time--if you care I will tell
you of all that happened. First you must know this. I have found
the 'power' that is fighting you down below. I have found the man
who is behind the plot to ruin your company, the man who is
responsible for Thorpe's crimes, the man who is responsible--for--
that--in--there."
He leaned across the table and pointed to the closed door.
"And that man--"
For a moment he seemed to choke.
"Is Brokaw, the father of my affianced wife!"
"Good God!" cried Philip. "Gregson, are you mad?"
"I was almost mad, when I first made the discovery," said Gregson,
as cold as ice. "But I am sane now. His scheme was to have the
government annul your provisional license. Thorpe and his men were
to destroy this camp, and kill you. The money on hand from stock,
over six hundred thousand dollars, would have gone into Brokaw's
pockets. There is no need of further detail--now--for you can
understand. He knew Thorpe, and secured him as his agent. It was
merely a whim of Thorpe's to take the name of Lord Fitzhugh
instead of something less conspicuous.
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