The San Francisco call., 1913-10-25
Now Go On With the Story

the approaching day of reckoning
and the deficit that reached some
thing like ss.000.000.
He was in Europe when he de-
cided to try cotton again. He laid
plans and made his moves with all
his old skill and then went to his old
Hungarian home to see his father.
He was in the midst Of his reunion
when disquieting telegram reached
him. He paid no heed to It, A few
hours later a second was delivered
and within the hour he took the train
for London. A third one reached him
en- route and for the first time in his
life he vaciliated. He was certain that
he had the cotton market accurately
estimated. and yet-and yet he had
made a lot of mistakes in the last few
years
He could get out now without loss.
II he held on another week he might
lose more than he had already dumped
into the nav of the market. For three
hours on the train he sat and pondered
with a telegraph blank In his hand
And then he gave orders to sell.
An hour later he made up his mind
TO countermand the order as soon as
he reached the next station His agents
were towards, he told himself. This
w aS Ills Vic CHdAAtC W IcCOups D4l
when the station was reached he did
not stir. The cold fit had come on him
again and he distrusted his instinct.
the instinct that had been his main
guide and that had failed him SO often
lately
Within a week he cursed himself
and his agents. The corner which he
had dropped and passed into other
hands who had run 1t successfully and
stood to win more millions than he
needed 10 square his accounts.
But he still had profitable specu-
lation in tin He was already winner
on that. He would not make the same
mistake here, he told himself. He held
on, with the result that he held on too
long. and was barely able to break
even on the deal He could have made
four millions by selling 48 hours
earlier
IT need a few weeks rest" he de-
cided. That's what's the matter with
me. I'm going to San Sebastian"
When he arrived in the warm south
country he found a telegram waiting
for him.
Report in New York at once. I'm
portant," IT commanded, with strange
curtness. 1t was signed ALLAN"
Wolf took the next train.
The day that Wolf received the
telegram was the day after Ethel
Lloyd had whispered those two words
to Allan in his office. Allan had sent
at once for Ransom. He knew that
Ransom was VOLTS right hand man..
but he did not know that Ransom was
the only man that Wolf had trusted
when he began preying on the stock
market for his own pocket
Ransom he said abruptly, I'VE
will be resuming work in the tunnel
presently. II is essential we know
exactly how much cash we can lay
hands on and when. I will want to
go over the books with you, together
with representatives OF the board, SO
that we will all know where we
stand"
RANsoN's END
Allan kept his eyes on the young
mans face Not SO much as an eye
lash fiickered.
..WilI you want to begin today. Mr..
Allan?, he asked politely.
Allan was disarmed. There's no
such hurry as that. he replied. "We'll
take 1t up tomorrow morning. You
will be ready them"
Certainly" was the prompt reply.
That night Ransom shot himself.
He didn't know IT, but detectives
were watching him until he went
TO his rooms that night. They took
pains to see that Allan was notified
before even the police or the coroner
received word. Allan took steps--ef-
fectual steps-to see that the death
appeared as an accident when the
newspapers printed 1t.
Then he turned his experts loose on
VOLTS private books and at the same
time sent the telegram that reached
the financial manager in the south Of
Spain. He also sent other kilograms
and within an hour after the slip of
paper was handed to Wolf In the
hotel at San Sebastian the financial
manager OF the Tunnel syndicate was
under the fire of eyes that never left
him until he stepped in at the door