of which had been discharged. We know now how it came there, and don't need to go over that part. He skulked back through Gray's Court, keeping in the shadows when he crossed Canaan Street, and so came again into River Road. A feverish haste had now taken control of him, and when he reached the driveway of the Parlin homestead, the light was still burning in the library—in fact, Mr. Wing was at his desk, just finishing the letter which he had intended to write early in the evening, and which the visit of this unknown man had prevented him from writing."
"There's not the first thing," interrupted McManus, who seemed now watchful of every detail as the tale approached its climax, "to show that he ever wrote that letter!"
"There's been no evidence yet produced," replied Trafford; "but the evidence exists, and I can prove that it was written and the person to whom it was addressed. I can prove too that it never reached that person."
"Go on," said McManus.
"The man felt that what he had to do must be
