"I stay here all day when I study or
enjoy myself. The governor doesn't come in here to give me any advice
or nose around."
"Is Mrs. Knox Van de Lear serious as to religious matters?"
"Very," wrote Calvin, sententiously, and looked at Duff Salter with the
most open countenance he had ever been seen to show. Duff merely asked
another question:
"Has she a good handwriting? I want to have a small document very neatly
written."
Calvin went over to a trunk, unlocked it, and took out a bundle of what
appeared to be lady's letters, and selecting one, folded the address
back and showed the chirography.
"Jericho! Jerry-cho! cho! O cho!" sneezed Duff Salter. "The most
admirable writing I have ever seen."
Calvin took the tablets.
"I have been in receipt of some sundry sums of money from you, Salter,
to follow up this Zane mystery. I hope to be able to show you to-night
that it has not been misinvested."
"You have had two hundred dollars," wrote Duff Salter. "What are your
conclusions?"
"Andrew Zane is in Kensington."
"Where?"
"In the block opposite are several houses belonging to the Zane estate.
One of them stood empty until within a month, when a tenant unknown to
the neighborhood, with small furniture and effects--evidently a mere
servant--moved in.
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