days, when he comes to make his claim. He won't lose much time in doing that, you can depend."
"And in the mean time I can telegraph to New York to have this Stillwell arrested," went on Mr. Henshaw.
I gave a start. I had not thought of such an occurrence.
"What's the matter?" asked the government officer, noticing me.
"Stillwell is Foster's uncle," explained the lawyer.
"Indeed! Well, I am sorry for you, but the law is no respecter of persons. Prince and pauper are alike to Uncle Sam."
"Mr. Stillwell is my uncle only in name," I replied. "He has never treated me half decent, and is even now trying to defraud me out of my inheritance."
"Indeed! Then there is no love lost between you."
"Not a bit, sir."
"By these letters I should say he was not a man to be trusted."
By Mr. Ranson's advice I told my story. Mr. Henshaw was deeply interested.
"It was a great mistake in one way to run
