“Trafalgar Square,
“London.
“To my Benefactor,
“Yours of —— received. Glad,—you deserve it. I am well. I think my employer is satisfied, but I am a little restless.
“Leo.“
“Talent, good looks, and ambition, but a fool,” said I, “and he will never get on.”
A few more weeks passed, and another note came from “Trafalgar Square, London.” This was less brief than the other. It read:—
“Trafalgar Square,
“London.
“Dear Sir,
“Leo Bergin is not at his desk. He has appropriated enough of my money to enable him to take a vacation, and—he left no address. Talent, good looks, and ambition Leo Bergin has, to some degree, but he is evidently a d—— villain. What did you know about this fellow, anyway?
“D. J. Folder.“