"I have kept a copy of it."

"Come with me."

He preceded his visitor down the staircase and back into his
private office. Slinn looked up at his employer's face in
unrestrained anxiety. Mulrady sat down at his desk, wrote a few
hurried lines, and rang a bell. A manager appeared from the
counting-room.

"Send that to the bank."

He wiped his pen as methodically as if he had not at that moment
countermanded the order to pay his daughter's dowry, and turned
quietly to Slinn.

"Don Caesar Alvarado has found the letter you wrote your wife on
the day you made your strike in the tunnel that is now my shaft.
He gave the letter to Mrs. Mulrady; but he has kept a copy."

Unheeding the frightened gesture of entreaty from Slinn, equally
with the unfeigned astonishment of Don Caesar, who was entirely
unprepared for this revelation of Mulrady's and Slinn's
confidences, he continued, "He has brought the copy with him. I
reckon it would be only square for you to compare it with what you
remember of the original."

In obedience to a gesture from Mulrady, Don Caesar mechanically
took from his pocket a folded paper, and handed it to the