of the
elusive Mr. Fernborough. A visit to Young's, Parker's, and the Tremont
furnished no clue, and Quincy was wondering whether his search, after
all, was destined to be fruitless, when he thought of a small hotel in
Central Court, which led from Washington Street, a little south of
Summer Street.

It was noted for its English roast beef, Yorkshire mutton chops, and
musty ale, and might be just the sort of place that an English gentleman
would put up at, provided he had been informed of its whereabouts.

On his way Quincy dropped into the Marlborough, but Mr. Fernborough had
not been there, and Quincy imagined that the little hotel in Central
Court was his last hope.

His persistence was rewarded. Mr. Fernborough was not only a guest, but
he was in his room. Quincy sent up his card, and in a very short time
was shown into the presence of a courtly gentleman, between sixty and
seventy years of age. His face was smooth shaven, and had a firm but not
hard expression. His eyes, however, showed that he was weighed down by
some sorrow, which the unyielding expression of his face indicated that
he would bear in silence rather than seek sympathy from others.

Quincy's story was soon told. The old gentleman listened with breathless
interest, and when at the close Quincy said, "What do you think?" Mr.
Fernborough cried, "It must be she, my daughter's child. There are no
other Fernboroughs in England, and Linda has been a family name for
generations. Heaven bless you, young man, for your kindly interest, and
take me to my grandchild at once. She is the only tie that binds me to
earth. All the others are dead and gone."

The old gentleman broke down completely, and for several minutes was
unable to speak.

Quincy waited until his emotion had somewhat subsided. Then he said, "I
am at your service, sir; we will do our best to find her. I have a
feeling that she is in New York, but not a single fact to prove it. We
can take the one o'clock train, if you desire."

The old gentleman began at once to prepare for the journey. Quincy told
him he would meet him at the hotel office, and from there he sent a note
to Aunt Ella informing her of his intended departure.

Arriving in New York they were driven at once to the Fifth Avenue Hotel.
Quincy prevailed upon Sir Stuart to retire at once, telling him that he
would prepare an advertisement and have it in the next morning's issue
of the "New York Herald."

Quincy wrote out two adv