Madame de Treymes and The Triumph Of Night

Ten millions... ten millions of his own. But if John Lav­ington was ruined?... Faxon stood up with a cry. That was it, then – that was what the warning meant! And if he had not fl ed from it, dashed wildly away from it into the night, he might have broken the spell of iniquity, the powers of dark­ness might not have prevailed! He caught up the pile of news­papers and began to glance through each in turn for the head­line: “Wills Admitted to Probate.” In the last of all he found the paragraph he sought, and it stared up at him as if with Rainer’s dying eyes.