She grew impatient, and declared that if she knew where the man was she would go to him.

But all that could be got out of the old butler was that the last envelope bore the postmark of our beautiful city; and that this was the only address of 'Master Arthur' that he ever had.

That and no more.

In fact the fellow was at his last gasp--with a bad heart.

Miss Moorsom wasn't allowed to see him.