Jacob and Bulenthall.

Two had dined with him at a certain popular restaurant in Regent Street, and had visited a theatre with him afterwards.

In neither case, however, had they discovered his name or where he lived.

This secret he guarded most religiously, and the fact that he did so, afforded additional food for reflection.

If he imagined his old companions to be dead, why should he be so anxious that his own identity, and his place of residence, should remain a secret?
If they were safely out of the way, no one could possibly know of his connection with them, and in that case he might, if he pleased, purchase a mansion in Park Lane and flourish his wealth before the eyes of the world, for any harm it might do him.