He hurried to his desk that he might pack up and send off the accursed profits--whither he knew not, but any where, away.

He saw with horror that only a small portion of them remained.

In extreme agitation, he rang the bell, and sent for Ehrenthal.
As chance would have it, Ehrenthal was gone on a journey.

Meanwhile arose those soothing inward voices which know so well how to place things doubtful in a favorable light.

"How foolish this anxiety! There were hundreds of dealers in wood in that part of the country; and was it likely that this very man should be Ehrenthal's client?
Or, even if he were, in a business point of view, how could they help the use he might make of their money?
Nothing could be fairer than the transaction itself." Thus the voices within; and oh! how attentively the baron listened.
But still, when Ehrenthal at length appeared, the baron met him with an expression that positively appalled him.