He looked round for a moment. Mr. Penhallow was writing hard at his
table, not thinking of him, it was plain enough. He laid his hand on the
FIRST volume of the Corpus Juris Civilis. There was a document shut up
in it. His hand was on the book, whether taking it out or putting it
back was not evident, when the door opened and Mr. William Murray
Bradshaw entered.

"Ah, Mr. Gridley," he said, "you are not studying the civil law, are
you?" He strode towards him as he spoke, his face white, his eyes fixed
fiercely on him.

"It always interests me, Mr. Bradshaw," he answered, "and this is a fine
edition of it. One may find a great many valuable things in the Corpus
Juris Civilis."

He looked impenetrable, and whether or not he had seen more than Mr.
Bradshaw wished him to see, that gentleman could not tell. But there
stood the two books in their place, and when, after Master Gridley had
gone, he looked in the first volume, there was the document he had shut
up in it.




CHAPTER VII.

MYRTLE'S LETTER--THE YOUNG MEN'S PURSUIT.

"You know all about it, Olive?" Cyprian Eveleth said to his sister, after
a brief word of greeting.