But for his unfortunate luck in backing the man against the bedroom
door instead of the wall he would not have escaped, but how had the
man realized so instantly that he was against a door in the pitch
darkness? It certainly showed familiarity with his surroundings.
Kent sat upright as an idea flashed through his brain - was the man
Philip Rochester?
Kent scouted the idea but it persisted. Suppose it had been Philip
Rochester awakened from a drunken slumber by his entrance in the dark;
if so, nothing more likely than that he had mistaken him, Kent, for
a burglar and sprung at him. But why had he disappeared without
revealing his identity to Kent? Surely the same reason worked both
ways - the man who had wrestled with him was as unaware of Kent's
identity as Kent was of his - they had fought in the dark and in
silence.
Kent laughed aloud. The situation had its amusing side; then, as
recollection came of the scene in the bank that morning, his mirth
changed to grim seriousness. At his earnest solicitation and backed
by Benjamin Clymer's endorsement of his plan, Colonel McIntyre had
agreed to give him until Saturday night to locate the missing
securities; if he failed, then the colonel proposed placing the
affair in the hands of the authorities.
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