There were some letters, which seemed to be of a purely business character.

There were a few daguerreotypes of pretty faces, one of which was singularly fascinating to him.

But there was another, of a young man, which startled him with its marvelous resemblance to HIMSELF! In a flash of intelligence he understood it all now.

It was the likeness of the former owner of the trunk, for whom the assistant had actually mistaken him! He glanced hurriedly at the envelopes of the letters.

They were addressed to Shelby Fowler, the name by which the assistant had just called him.