thing prevent his going; and, fearing to
alarm his wife, he resolved to say nothing of the warning he had
received.

Upon the following Tuesday evening Graham, the detective, came to
Oaklands, and spent the night there. He was able to supply to Gilcrest
at least one missing link of evidence--the fellow to the torn piece of
letter to Charles M. Brady. This, with one or two other documents of a
more or less compromising nature, Drane had overlooked in his haste to
get out of the vicinity of Frankfort; and Graham, when he searched the
apartment a few hours after Drane's escape, had found the papers in the
escritoire.

Early Wednesday morning Logan, in company of Mason Rogers, Samuel
Trabue and William Hinkson, set out on horseback for the State capital.
On the way they were overtaken by the Gilcrest coach-and-four driven by
Uncle Zeke. In the coach sat Hiram Gilcrest, a strange gentleman from
Louisville, and the pretended land agent, Graham. As the vehicle passed
the four equestrians, Gilcrest gave a distant salutation to Trabue and
Hinkson, who were riding on the left, but did not turn his head to the
right where rode his son-in-law and his former bosom friend, Mason
Rogers.

The trial at Frankfort did not come off, because of Daviess' failure to
secure the attendance of some important witnesses; but those people who
were gathered at the court-house were by no means defrauded of
entertainment; for they heard a brilliant debate between Henry Clay and
Joseph Hamilton Daviess. The crowds that filled the floor, windows,
galleries and platform of the big court-room remained for hours
spellbound while these two renowned men, each stimulated by the other's
thrilling oratory, and glowing with the ardent conviction of the
justice of his cause, met in intellectual combat. Henry Clay was the
leader of the popular political party in the State, and had the
sympathy of the audience on his side. Daviess was a Federalist, and his
prosecution was regarded by many of his hearers as simply a persecution
of an unfortunate and innocent man who, from motives of political
hatred only, was here arraigned as a traitor. Daviess, however, was
made strong by his full conviction of Burr's guilt; moreover, this very
infatuation of the audience, and the smiling security and
self-assurance of the suspected traitor who sat before him, spurred
Daviess to brilliant effort. But all was in vain, for the present at
least; for, on account of the non-appe