That was how things stood that Tuesday evening. The Traders’ Bank had suspended payment, and John Bailey was under arrest, charged with wrecking it; Paul Armstrong lay very ill in California, and his only son had been murdered two days before. I sat dazed and bewildered. The children’s money was gone: that was bad enough, though I had plenty, if they would let me share. But Gertrude’s grief was beyond any power of mine to comfort; the man she had chosen stood accused of a colossal embezzlement—and even worse. Volunteer Dad Just Like A Normal Father But Much More Awesome Shirt, Sweater . For in the instant that I sat there I seemed to see the coils closing around John Bailey as the murderer of Arnold Armstrong.