I don't believe old Bowler knew he had let the cat out.

Burr leaves to-morrow.

He was out visiting to-night." "How do you know that ?" Cary demanded, with sudden sharpness.
"Bowler's best bedroom in darkness--no special preparations for supper--Burr's man idling in the kitchen--mine host taking no cake to speak low,--in short, the wedding guest was roaming.

I wonder where he was!" The elder Cary raised and drained the glass of wine.

He knew where Aaron Burr had supped and passed the evening, and a coldness that was not of the night crept upon him.