Telegraph your hotel address.
I will report by wire to-morrow several times.

Will be guided by your telegrams.

Am acting under your father's letter of instructions.
Secure all his private papers in case of grave results of injury." All the weary night Arthur Ferris tossed uneasily upon his bed, tormented with returning fears as to Hugh Worthington's testamentary dispositions.

"Those old miser hunks are crafty! The girl will be wax in my hands if I am left to control the money.

If she has the purse-strings I may find her ugly in harness.