"I will succeed; I have not made this remarkable progress and come upon these strange discoveries all for nothing."
"Jacob Canfield is dead?"
"Yes."
"The granddaughter if living would now be forty-five years of age."
"Yes, but still a comparatively young woman."
"She may be a humble woman with a family."
"Yes, but if I had a photograph I'd soon find her if living. It is now my duty to find this granddaughter. She was once a Miss Canfield; my 'shadow' is diverted to a solution of the whereabouts of the living. The mystery of the dead is solved."
"Yes, but here again you start without a clue."
"Not exactly; I know the name of the one I seek; and now, sir, you will not see me again until late to-morrow night, and by that time I may have something to impart."
"One more question, Mr. Wonderful Man: Where did Jacob Canfield get this fortune?"