I even allowed him to solder about my neck the chain which held the locket in which he had placed it.

Consequently I had it with me when I fled from Boone, and for the first few weeks after arriving at my uncle's house in Detroit.
Then, wishing to banish every reminder of days I was so anxious to forget, I broke that chain, destroyed the locket and hid away from every one's sight the now useless and despised cipher.

Why I retained the cipher I can not explain.

Now, that cipher must prove my salvation.

If I could find it again I was sure that the shock of receiving from my hand certain words written in the symbols he had himself taught me would call from him an involuntary revelation.