In a political paper he read news which astounded him.
The city article was nearly full of one name, and that—Howard Murpoint, Esq., M. P.
Leicester could not believe his eyes, and it was some time before he could realize that the villain who had entrapped and betrayed him was a man of great wealth, influence and power.
He determined to see him in his triumph and set about a way of doing it.
There was at that time a club in London to which foreigners were admitted who could give a reference.
Leicester went there and gave the name of his father, who was well known as a merchant.
At this club, in the smoking-room, he in a feigned voice conversed with several men and learned enough to astound him.
Carefully he led up to the great name, and inquired if Howard Murpoint lived in London.
"Oh, yes," said his informant, "he has two large houses, and another place down in the south—a wonderful man. There is a dinner conversazione on at his place to-night."
"Indeed!" said Leicester, who felt that he would give all he possessed to be a guest.