“But the originals? Where are they?” he asked.
“Where neither you nor Mr. Wentworth can get hold of them.”
When Standish had recovered from his astonishment he burst into a hearty laugh.
“The old man’s been fooled,” he said. “Serves him right for being so mean.”
CHAPTER XXX.
TIDINGS OF THE FUGITIVE.
It was not until Bradley Wentworth was on board the train that was to bear him to Chicago that he drew out the letters which he had secured through the agency of Standish and examined them.
He almost leaped from his seat in anger and disappointment.