The first was a little red morocco card-case, evidently dropped as the supposed fugitive had left his room! Jack's fingers trembled as he drew out the few visiting cards.

With a wildly beating heart he examined them.
He sprang excitedly to his feet as he read the faintly pencilled lines traced on the back of one, "Irma Gluyas, No.

192 Layte Street, Brooklyn." It was the work of an instant only to glance at the label torn from the picture-case.

The printed words, "Newport Art Gallery," were visible above the words, "Fraeulein Irma Gluyas, 192 Layte Street, Brooklyn," and the adjuration, "Handle with care," completed the marks upon the tell-tale paper.
The anxious lawyer saw the magnificent castle in the air which he had builded crumbled at his feet.

"This is for me alone," he swore in his heart, and it was only after an hour's cogitation that he resolved upon his course.