His father was dead now, but someone knew about him。What could Kendal do？"If anyone tells people about my father," he thought, "I must leave the bank. That will be the end of my happy life. "But Kendal was a fighter. "If life is hard", he thought, "I must fight it. There must be something that I can do. I don`t want to tell the police. Is there another way？What shall I do？"
Four nights later, Kendal was sitting at his table at home. He heard the noise of a car far away. It came nearer, but it did not come to the house. The car stopped some way along the road.
The sound of a man`s feet came to the door and Kendal went to open it. There was not much light outside. "Kendal？"asked the man who stood there. Kendal could just see a face which was partly covered with a piece of cloth. Two hard eyes looked out through two holes in the cloth.
"Yes. "said Kendal. "Are you the man who calls himself A. B. C？"
"Yes. Are you alone？"
"Yes. Come in. "
"Walk in front of me. "said the man.
Kendal turned, and the man shut the door. Kendal took him into the house. In the light of the room, Kendal could see better. The man was carrying a gun. The man came into the room and turned his head to left and right.
"There`s no one here, "said Kendal. "You can put that gun away. You`re a bigger man than I am. There`s a chair by the fire. Sit down. "The man sat down in the chair by the fire and put his gun away. His eyes never left Kendal`s face, but he laughed.
"So you`re going to pay, "he said. "You`re right. Kendal. It`s better. What will people think if I tell them about your father？Will they want you to stay at the bank？I don`t think so, and you don`t think so. "He laughed again.