Mr.Fenwick wrote: "Come on immediately.

Your presence is desired by all the members of the Company here.

We have news of an unexpected and far from pleasant character." This was all; but it came with a painful shock upon the feelings of Mr.Markland.Its very vagueness made it the more frightful to him; and his heart imagined the worst.
Without communicating with his family, who supposed him on his journey southward, Mr.Markland took the first train for New York, and in a few hours arrived in that city, and called at the office of Mr.Fenwick.A single glance at the agent's countenance told him that much was wrong.

A look of trouble shadowed it, and only a feeble smile parted his lips as he came forward to meet him.
"What news have you ?" eagerly inquired Mr.Markland.
"Bad news, I am sorry to say," was answered.
"What is its nature ?" The face of Mr.Markland was of an ashen hue, and his lips quivered.
"I fear we have been mistaken in our man," said Mr.Fenwick.
"In Lyon ?" "Yes.

His last letters are of a very unsatisfactory character, and little in agreement with previous communications.