CHAPTER VII.THE WAGES OF SIN.
In the private room to which he had led him, Moses Flood paid Kendall his winnings. As he took a portion of the funds from a huge safe in one corner, he said coldly:
“I must give you part of the amount in government bonds, Mr. Kendall.”
“Anything—anything easily convertible,” faltered Kendall, half choked with emotion.
He could hardly realize what had befallen him, that he really had won all that he required to rectify his deficit at the bank, and that he then and there was to receive the money that would save him from flight, a defaulter’s last resort, or the shame of a convict’s cell.
He feared each moment that he would awake, that he would find it all a dream, and behold again the soul-sickening image of his dreadful crime leering at him with mocking e
