Like one fascinated, he looked down at the white face. "I could do it;
yes, I am sure I could do it," he muttered, drawing his breath hard.

At that moment the ambulance wagon rattled up to the door. In another
instant the two attachés entered the room.

"What is the difficulty?" queried the man, and briefly Kendale
explained.

"It seems hardly worth while to take him to the hospital," said one of
the men; "he would hardly last until we reach there. Still, if you
insist--"

"Yes, I insist," he cut in sharply.

"What name is to be entered?" asked the surgeon.

"Clinton Kendale. He is an actor, and my cousin," he responded in a low
even voice.

He watched them while they carried forth the unconscious man.

"My first test will be with the people of this house," he muttered,
shutting his teeth hard.

Thrusting the money still deeper in his pocket, he walked boldly down
the stairs, tapping at the door to the right, which he knew to be the
living room of the family.

"I am going to give up my room," he said.