One of the last to go was the old jail at Canandaigua where Morgan was confined and from which he was taken.

When that old jail was torn down some years ago, people carried away pieces of his cell as souvenirs of a mystery still fascinating because still a mystery.
As we came out of the old tavern there were a number of men gathered about the machine, looking at it.

I asked them some questions about the village, and happened to say,-- "I once knew a man who, seventy-five years ago, lived in that little stone building by the bridge." "That was in Morgan's time," said an old man, and every one in the crowd turned instantly from the automobile to look at me.
"Yes, he lived here as a young man." "They stopped at this very tavern with Morgan on their way through," said some one in the crowd.
"And that stone building just the other side of the bridge is where the Masons met in those days," said another.
"That's where they took Miller," interrupted the old man.
"Who was Miller ?" I asked.
"He was the printer in Batavia who was getting out Morgan's book; they brought him here to Stafford, and took him up into the lodge-room in that building and tried to frighten him, but he wasn't to be frightened, so they took him on to Le Roy and let him go." "Did they ever find out what became of Morgan ?" I asked.
There was silence for a moment, and then the old man, looking first at the others, said,-- "No-o-o, not for sartain, but the people in this locality hed their opinion, and hev it yet." "You bet they have," came from some one in the crowd.
Thursday we started for Rochester by way of Stafford and Le Roy instead of Newkirk, Byron, and Bergen, which is the more direct route and also a good road.
The morning was bright and very warm, scarcely a cloud in the sky, but there was a feeling of storm in the air,--the earth was restless.
As we neared Stafford dark clouds were gathering in the far distant skies, but not yet near enough to cause apprehension.
Driving slowly into the village, we again visited the three-story stone house.

Here, no doubt, as elsewhere, Morgan's forthcoming exposures were discussed and denounced, here the plot to seize him--if plot there was--may have been formed; but then there was probably no plot, conspiracy, or action on the part of any lodge or body of Masons.

Morgan was in their eyes a most despicable traitor,--a man who proposed to sell--not simply disclose, but sell--the secrets of the order he joined.