It was the last time I saw him alive, for he said he wasn't coming back till he got his answer, and it was the last letter he ever wrote in the place." "On that desk, eh ?" Langholm glanced at the spare piece of office furniture in the corner.

"Didn't he keep any papers here ?" he added.
"He did, but you fellows impounded them." "Of course we did," said Langholm, hastily.

"Then you have nothing of his left ?" "Only his pen, and a diary in which he hadn't written a word.

I slipped them into a drawer with his papers, and there they are still." Langholm felt disappointed.

He had learnt so much, it was tantalizing not to learn a little more.