hat it might
lead to greater discoveries. You see, in reference to that envelope it
will be merely one man's word against another. Andy will swear that he
saw him pick up an envelope which Mr. Randall dropped on the floor, but
he cannot swear that it is the same one that was found by the side of
the murdered man. Bramshaw will also swear that he never met Betty
that night on the road. His lawyer will not overlook anything, mark my
word. It will be only circumstantial evidence after all, and it may
not have much effect."

"Keep up courage, Lois," Margaret encouraged. "You have accomplished a
great deal in a short time, and I know that father's lawyer has not
been idle."

"Has he found out anything yet?" Lois eagerly asked.

"I am afraid not. There has not been much time, you see. But he is a
very able man and will leave no stone unturned. But, come, dear, it is
time for us to get ready. We must not keep father waiting as he is
very busy these days."

CHAPTER XXX

A STRANGE COMMISSION

Robert Westcote did not go to his luncheon the day of Lois' visit to
the city. He intended to go but was unexpectedly detained. He had
been very busy all the morning in his office. His lawyer had been with
him for some time, and when he was at last alone he turned his
attention to a type-written manuscript lying on the desk before him.
This consisted of several sheets of legal paper, attached to which was
an official seal which had been recently broken. This was the third
time that Mr. Westcote had read it and when he was through he sat for a
while in deep thought. He paid no attention to the click of the
typewriters in the adjoining room, and so engrossed was he that he did
not at first hear a tap upon the office door. When it was repeated, he
started from his reverie and called to the visitor to enter, thinking
that perhaps it was one of the clerks. It was not his habit to be
caught off guard, for he prided himself upon his alertness and strict
attention to every business detail.

The office door slowly opened, and instead of a clerk, there stood
before him a man dressed in rough working clothes. He recognised him
at once as one of the men employed at the falls, and whom he had met on
several occasions. It was Mr. Westcote's kindness and courtesy which
always won for him the hearty support of his employees. They knew that
they would receive justice and consideration at his hands and that he
did not look