was at one time," and again Reynolds smiled. "But I have struck it
rich, so I want you to come and have a blow-out with me to-night. You
will come, won't you? I shall feel badly if you don't. The car is
waiting."

Harmon could not very well refuse, although he much preferred to remain
where he was, and hear the young man's story in the quietness of his
own room. He was surprised at Reynolds' animated face and happy
manner. How he had changed since he had seen him last. He could
hardly believe it possible that this was the young man who but a short
time before had been so listless and indifferent to life.

Little was said as the car sped onward through the city, until it at
length drew up before the big hotel. With the air of one who had the
full right of way, Reynolds at once conducted Harmon to a door on the
first floor, which he opened and entered. It was one of a suite of
rooms, Harmon could tell at the first glance. It was luxuriously
furnished, and to live here for even a short time would be most costly.

He had little time, however, to think of such things, for a curtain was
suddenly drawn aside, and Redmond and his daughter appeared. Although
years had somewhat changed the former, yet Harmon recognized him at
once. He stood as if rooted to the floor, so great was his surprise.
What happened next he was never able to tell with any degree of
certainty. He knew that Redmond seized him by the hand, and presented
to him his daughter. He felt that he made a fool of himself, for his
eyes grew very misty and his words became confused as he tried to
express himself. He saw Reynolds smiling at him good-naturedly as he
stared first at Redmond and then at his daughter. He longed to get
away to the quietness of his own room that he might think it all over.
But there was no chance for that. He was entrapped by these friendly
plotters, and here he was forced to stay.

"Do you remember the words I wrote?" Redmond asked. "I think you will
recall them. I said, 'I go from the busy haunts of men, far from the
bustle and worry of business life. I may be found, but only he who is
worthy will find me, and he who finds me, will, I trust, not lose his
reward.' That is part of my message, you remember."

Harmon merely nodded in reply.

"Very well, then," Redmond continued. "I have been found, and he who
found me stands there," and he motioned to Reynolds.

"So I surmised," Harmon replied. "And gold, I suppose