want help in the new
work, let me know."

"Thank you, sir," said Jack, folding up the precious scrap and slipping
it into his pocket.

Breen waited until Jack had closed the door, pulled from a pigeon-hole
a bundle of papers labelled Maryland Mining Company, touched another
button summoning his stenographer, and said in a low voice to himself:

"Yes, I have it! Something is going on in that ore property. I'll write
and find out."

CHAPTER XXXII

The Board of Church Trustees met, as customary, on Monday night, but
there was no business transacted except the passing of a resolution
expressing its deep regret over the loss of "our distinguished
fellow-townsman, whose genius has added so much to the beautifying of
our village, and whose uprightness of character will always be," etc.,
etc.

Neither Jack nor McGowan, nor any one representing their interests, was
present. A hurried glance over Garry's check and bank-books showed that
the money to pay McGowan's vouchers--the exact sum--had been drawn from
the fund and deposited to Garry's personal credit in his own bank in New
York. Former payments to McGowan had been made in this way. There was
therefore no proof that this sum had been diverted into illegitimate
channels.

McGowan was paid that same Monday afternoon, Jack bringing the papers
to the contractor's office, where they were signed in the presence of
Murphy and his clerk.

And so the matter was closed, each and every one concerned being
rejoiced over the outcome.

"Mr. Minott (it was 'Mr.' now) had a big stack of money over at his
stepfather's bank," was Murphy's statement to a group around a table
in one of the bar-rooms of the village. "He was in a big deal, so Mac
thinks, and didn't want to haul any of it out. So when he died Mr. Breen
never squawked--just went over and told the old man that Mac wanted the
money and to fork out; and he did, like a good one. I seen the check, I
tell ye. Oh! they're all in together. Mr. Breen's kin to them New York
folks, and so is Mrs. Minott. He's her father, I hear. I think Mac shot
off his mouth too quick, and I told him so, but he was so het up he
couldn't keep still. Why, them fellers has got more money than they can
throw away. Mac sees his mistake now. Heard him tell Mr. Breen that Mr.
Minott was the whitest man he ever knowed; and you bet yer life he's
right."

Nor was Murphy's eulogium the only one heard in the village. Within a
week after the funer