"So," said he, after they had run through the most important items—"so you have found a tenant for the house in Thomas Street? Had you much trouble in getting rid of the Lanes?"
"They're in it still," answered Mr. Reynolds. "The man that has taken it has married Lane's daughter."
"What is he?" inquired Jonas.
"An officer's servant—a soldier in the regiment that is quartered in the citadel."
"Oh, I've seen the man—a good-looking young fellow. But how is he to pay the rent?"
"He says he has saved money, and he has set her up in a shop. However, I have taken care to secure the first quarter; there's the receipt for it."
"That is all right," said Mr. Jonas, who was in a very complacent humor, for fortune seemed quite on his side at present. "How," said he, suddenly changing color as he glanced his eye over the slip of paper; "how! Tracy Walkingham!"
"Yes; an odd name enough for a private soldier, isn't it?"
"Tracy Walkingham!" he repeated. "Why how came he to know the Lanes? Where does he come from?"
"I know nothing of him, except that he is in the barracks. But I can inquire, and find out his history and genealogy if you wish it," replied Mr. Reynolds.