"Your scheme is revealed, and your guardianship at an end. No further drafts of yours will be honored.
"N. Codicil."
"Confusion! What does this mean?" ejaculated Major Grafton. "That wretched boy must have found means of writing to America. If this is so, I will haul M. Bourdon over the coals. It must have been through his criminal negligence."
He lost no time in setting out for the asylum, which he reached in due season.
"I wish to see M. Bourdon," he said, sternly, to the attendant who had admitted him.
The doctor, who would rather have seen any one else, could hardly conceal his dismay when he set eyes on the major.
"Can he have found out?" he asked.
"Dr. Bourdon, how is my ward?" he demanded.
"Tranquil and contented," answered the doctor, smoothly.
"I have reason to think you have been negligent, and allowed him to write letters to America."