Mortimer, by kneeling close to the fire, was enabled to read the note.
"That is strange—read it, Daisy."
Daisy read:
"Sir,—By calling at my office, No.—— Wall-street, to-morrow, at 4 p. m., you will learn something of importance. It is necessary that Mrs. Snarle and her daughter should accompany you.
"Respectfully,
"J. C. Burbank,
"Attorney at Law."
About the same hour that evening, Mr. Flint received a communication of similar import, after reading which, he said:
"Hum!" and thrust the note into his vest-pocket.
Hum, indeed, Mr. Flint. There was something in store for you.