It was written from Howlett's, Virginia, a place unknown to him, and stated that the writer expected in a very short time to give him some accurate information in regard to Mr Keswick, and expressed the hope that he would allow the affair to remain entirely in her hands until she should write again.

It was quite natural that, under the circumstances, Lawrence should smile broadly as he folded up this note.

The man in question was sitting beside him, and, in a measure, was turning the tables upon him.

Lawrence had been very anxious to find out what sort of a man was Keswick, and the latter now seemed in the way of making some discoveries in the same line in regard to Lawrence.

One thing he must certainly do; he must write as soon as possible to his enterprising agent, and tell her that her services were no longer needed.