Chapter Twelve.
The End of the Instructions.
Paul Capel did not realise his position. “Is there some mistake, Mr Girtle?”
“Mistake?”
“There is nothing here!”
“Nothing there?”
“Nothing! See for yourself.”
The old man stepped in, searched, and came out with drops of sweat upon his yellow forehead.
“Well?” exclaimed Capel, excitedly, as the old man stared in a dazed way.
“It is gone!” said the old lawyer, in a hoarse voice, and his hands trembling violently.