All our efforts to lead him to the residence of Jane Morton have been unavailing.

Now, you see, he is on the eve of going back to Chicago." "Well, then, let him go," said Brenton, despondently.
"With all my heart, say I," answered Speed; "but in any case let us leave him alone." Before the train started that night Stratton said to himself that he was a new man.

Richard was himself again.

He was thoroughly convinced of the guilt of Stephen Roland, and wondered why he had allowed his mind to wander off the topic and waste time with other suspicions, for which he now saw there was no real excuse.

He had not the time, he felt, to investigate the subject personally, but he flattered himself he knew exactly the man to put on Roland's track, and, instead of going himself to Chicago, he sent off the following despatch:-- "Meet me to-morrow morning, without fail, at the Gibson House.