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There was no signature.
Clara Newell, distracted, disclaimed all knowledge of this letter. Polly deposed that the fugitive had proposed flight to her, and the routes to Africa and South America were especially watched. Some months passed without result. Tom Peters went about overwhelmed with grief and aston- ishment. The police took possession of all the missing man's effects. Gradually the hue and cry dwindled, died.
CHAPTER V.
FAITH AND UNFAITH.
" At last we meet ! " cried Tom Peters, while his face lit up in joy. "How are you, dear Miss Newell?" Clara greeted him coldly. Her face had an abiding pallor now. Her lover's flight and shame had prostrated her for weeks. Her soul was the arena of contending instincts. Alone of all the world she still believed in Everard's innocence, felt that there was something more than met the eye, divined some devilish mystery behind it all. And yet that damning letter from the anonymous lady shook her sadly. Then, too, there was the deposition of Polly. When she heard Peters's voice accosting her all her old repugnance resurged. It flashed upon her that this man — Roxdal's boon com- panion — must know far more than he had told to the police. She remembered how Everard had spoken of him, with what affection and confidence ! Was it likely he was utterly ignorant of Everard's movements? Mastering her repugnance, she held out her hand. It might be well to keep in touch with him ; he was possibly the clue to the mystery. She noticed he was dressed a shade more trimly,
