He has made his title safe! "In some way poor Clayton has babbled, and they have swept him from the face of the earth.

But for some fatal imprudence, he would have come into his stolen fortune.

And, after my settlement, Hugh Worthington would have feared to attack Clayton." In half an hour Mr.John Witherspoon was on his way to Brooklyn.
He had already deposited the two precious articles in the massive safes of the Hoffman, and he began his weary quest with a glance at the "Newport Art Gallery," whose Fourteenth Street address was printed upon the label.
"This remains for a future examination," was Jack's rapid conclusion.
"The picture was procured here within three months, and the shop looks like a permanent one." A glance at a Directory, in a drug-store, proved that the Emporium had been there for a year, certainly.
It was four o'clock when the lawyer resolutely rang, the bell at No.

192 Layte Street.

He had consumed an hour in scanning the quiet exterior of the stately old mansion.