"I was mad to marry him; I will never live with him again. I am out of patience with myself when I think that through my means I have brought misfortune upon my son."
"I don't look upon it just that way, ma'am," said Bundy. "But for that, I might never have met Oliver or you, and that would have been a great misfortune. He's played a desperate game, but we've got the trump cards in our hand, and we'll take his tricks."
"I fear that he may harm you," said Mrs. Conrad. "He is a bad man."
"That is true enough, but I think I shall prove a match for him. I've got a little document in my pocket which I think will check-mate him."
"What is that?"
"A note which he has forged. I picked it up at Kelso."
The next day a consultation was held, and it was decided that Oliver and his mother and Mr. Bundy should go on to New York at once, and that hostilities should be initiated against Mr. Kenyon.
During the day a note was received from the city prison, to this effect:
I have a secret of importance to your young friend, to divulge. Come and see me.
Denton.