CHAPTER VII

NEHUSHTAN “It is only right, Lyveden,” said Colonel Winchester, “that you should know that I am losing my mind.” The steady, measured tone of the speaker invested this bald statement with a significance which paralyzed. Anthony stood as if rooted to the floor. “Yes,” said the other, “it was bound to shake you up. But I want you to realize it. Sit down for a minute and think what it means.” Anthony did as he was bid—dazedly. His employer turned his back and stared into the fire. The silence which ensued was pain…