Dexter had resolved to see Miss Loring that very evening, and was only a short distance from her home, and in sight of the door, when he saw a man ascend the steps and ring.

He stopped and waited.

A servant came to the door and the caller entered.

For a time, the question was revolved as to whether he should follow, or not.
"It is Hendrickson.

I'll wager my life on it!"-- he muttered, grinding his teeth together.