“At all events we will not give it up yet,” said Scott.
“Give it up! I shall not give it up as long as I live.”
“There is but one thing to do. I cannot just at present tell you how it came in my possession any more than I have already told you, but, leave the matter to 175 me for a while, and I will make you acquainted with the first important facts I may obtain and please leave this with me,” Scott said, taking the paper.
Mr. Le Moyne soon took his leave.
“It is all very strange,” thought Scott. “I do wonder where the boy came across it. He is a shrewd lad, at all events. How I do miss him. I wonder where he is. He will probably let me know, when he has accomplished his purpose.” Here his thoughts fell upon his wife. He wondered where she was, and why she had acted so foolishly. His heart ached when he thought of her, but he had no desire to look upon her false face again. His love was dead.
As he closed the door of his office he was met by Guy, who had just stepped over to consult him on a matter of business. As the two stood for a moment on the broad steps, an elderly woman stopped before Scott and inquired if his name was Lawyer Wilmer. He replied in the affirmative, and, giving him a letter, she hurried away. Scott placed the letter in his pocket, thinking there was time to read it when he reached home. Guy had asked Scott to go with him to his place of business and together the two started on.
CHAPTER XXIV.
A SCENE ON THE WATER.
“How lovely,” exclaimed June as she stood one moonlight evening on the bank of Clear Lake. “Look! Scott, is it not beautiful?”