CHAPTER V

"THE TORCH WILL BURN AGAIN!" In the recessed doorway of the little court behind Wolff's Tower a man waited in the dark. He fidgeted impatiently, frequently wringing his hands as he paced the niche; often darting out to look in every direction and as hastily retreating again to his shelter. He moaned in a half articulate monotone that betrayed extreme agitation. He had been waiting there two hours. The man was Kinst, the little gold worker, Fortune's messenger. He had come for the reward Fortune had promised. Kin…