CHAPTER III.
The Papers Again.
Mr.Foster went home in a terrible rage.

His clerks could not imagine what had happened.

He looked pale, worried, anxious and miserable.

"I should not think," he said to himself, "that such a thing ever happened in the world before." His clients thought him bad tempered; he had the air of a man with whom everything had gone wrong--out of sorts with all the world.
"The man is mad," he said to himself, with a shrug of his shoulders; "neither more nor less than mad to fling away his life and disgrace his name.

It is useless to think it will never be known; those stupid papers are sure to get hold of it, and then there is little chance of secrecy." He went about his work with a very unsettled, wretched expression on his shrewd face.