At last, between sleeping and waking, the end of his journey was unexpectedly reached.

It was dark, but, being "steamer night," the shops and business places were still open, and Mr.Peyton had arranged that the stage-driver should deliver Clarence at the address of his relative in "J Street,"-- an address which Clarence had luckily remembered.

But the boy was somewhat discomfited to find that it was a large office or banking-house.

He, however, descended from the stage, and with his small pack in his hand entered the building as the stage drove off, and, addressing one of the busy clerks, asked for "Mr.
Jackson Brant." There was no such person in the office.

There never had been any such person.