So it might be that, though he had given full trust to Tom Gordon, he was not worthy to receive that trust.

This half-belief caused the chill in his treatment of the young man, so different from that to which he had been accustomed.

Before making up his final judgment, however, Mr.Warmore resolved that every vestige of doubt should be removed.

He sent for Mr.
Fyfe Lathewood, one of the shrewdest detectives in New York City, told him all the circumstances, and ordered him to find out the whole truth, no matter what it cost, or where it might strike.
The detective had been at work the better part of a week, without any one in Bellemore suspecting his identity or business.

On the afternoon of the day in which Tom Gordon checked the runaway pony of Miss Warmore, the detective dropped into the store, as any stranger might have done, made a few trifling purchases, and then turned and walked out.