was with me over an hour."
"Do you recall his appearance?"
"As well as though it were yesterday that he stood in my presence – yes, I possess a wonderful memory."
"How old are you, sir?"
"I am seventy."
"How old was the man who called on you?"
"He was a man between fifty and sixty, I should say."
"He had gray hair?"
"Yes, gray hair."
"The color of his eyes was black."
"No, sir."
"Oh, yes."
"No, sir, they were clear blue eyes; I remember that well. Why did you say they were black?"
Jack laughed and answered:
"I was only aiding you to remember – working on the plan of a detective I've read about, who always worked on the negative track, when trying to develop positive facts from witnesses."
"By ginger! I never should have recalled the color of his eyes if you had not positively stated that they were black."
"Then we have verified the theory?"
"Yes, indeed."
"He wore a high beaver hat, I am sure?"
"No, he did not; he wore a wide-brimmed slouch hat, what they used to call a Kossuth hat."
"Oh, I see; but he wore low shoes?"
"No, he didn't; he wore boots. I remember that; he sat opposite me and his pants were drawn up, exposing the leg of his boots."
"I see; and those boots were covered with black mud?"
"No, they were not," laughingly exclaimed Mr. Townsend. "They were covered with the red mud of New Jersey."
"Nonsense, sir."
"I'll swear to that," cried Mr. Townsend, and there came a look of wonderment to his face as he added:
"Young man, you'll win, you'll solve the mystery."
"I will?"
"Yes."'
"Why do you say so?"
"I can see that you will."
"You can?"
"Yes."
Jack laughed and said:
"What encourages you to think so?"
"You are going to work the right way. By ginger! you already have a clue; hang me, if you are not a mind reader! You have a clue – yes, you've established the fact that the man who deposited the fortune with me came from New Jersey."
"New Jersey must be red," said Jack, as a smile overspread his handsome face.
"Yes, and I'll swear that man came from Jersey."
"The man, you mean, with heavy plow boots on."
"Hang me! now I recall that is a fact."
"He wore very plain clothes?"
"Yes."
"He had a sort of twang in his pronunciation," said Jack, leaning forward in an eager manner.
"Young man," cried Mr. Townsend, "you have raised up the figure of forty years ago. You have described the man exactly – yes, I have been blind; you are inspired. Now I recall the man must have come to me off a farm."
Jack was delighted, and we will here state that subsequent incidents suggested the idea that he was almost inspired, for like lightning a theory had formed in his mind, and stranger still, his theory led him to ask a remarkable question which drew forth an answer astoundingly suggestive.
Jack had been thoughtful awhile, but at length he asked:
"Did it not enter your mind that there might be a claimant for that fortune before the expiration of the twenty years?"
"Great Scott! young man, are you a mind reader?"
"No, I am merely a logical student of possibilities. Answer my question."
"Your question has recalled a part of my conversation with that strange man which had really escaped my memory."
"Oh, yes, I may lead you to recall considerable."
"How fortunate it would have been had I met and employed you fifteen years ago."
"Yes, it might have been better for us both, but I may work up a clue yet, and as you will admit I start out on a very slight basis."
"You do; I called you into this case as a last resort without any idea even that you would attempt to solve the mystery."
"I shall attempt to solve it; but you have not answered my question."
"I did speak of a possibility of there appearing a claimant. His answer was that 'If there did arise a claimant who founded his claim on a basis that appeared reasonable to me, to open the letter at once.'"
"Aha! you recall that now?"
"I do."
"And you are not mistaken?"
"I am not."
"Then he did admit the possibility that there might arise a claimant ere the expiration of the twenty years?"
"He did practically, when he answered my question as I have stated."
CHAPTER III
Again Jack became thoughtful. He appreciated that his questions were developing strange and directing admissions. After some little time he resumed his questions. Our readers will remember that our hero had adopted a line of interrogations in line with a theory that had been suggested in his mind. He asked:
"Did you observe in the securities that they had been wet?"
"No."
"Now mark well this next question, sir: Did you notice any white soil?"
"Great Moses!" ejaculated Mr. Townsend, "young man, who are you – what are you?"
"I am a detective; you have my card; but please answer my question."
"Yes, sir, when I opened the package of securities I observed that some white sand fell on my lap. I remember brushing it off – yes, it's marvelous that you should know this. Are you the heir, or did you meet the man, or do you know him, or did some one tell you, or am I dreaming?"
"None of your propositions, sir, are correct; I am merely shadowing down to facts, going logically to work to find a clue."
"But you must have some basis for these questions?"
"Only such as come to me."
"No facts?"
"None whatever; I never heard of the affair until you related the circumstances to me within the hour, but I am reasoning on certain lines. I may project several theories and consider them all. We have made a little advance; we have learned that the strange man who deposited the fortune with you came from New Jersey; we have reason to believe that his farm was somewhere near the seashore."
"Yes, yes, I see, this is wonderful. Why, the detective business is easy enough if you only know how to go about it."
Jack laughed and said:
"Yes, it is easy, but there is another mystery to solve. How did you cash those drafts on the London solicitors? Did you not receive some intimation from them?"
"They were drafts drawn by themselves on bankers; in fact, they were indorsed by them to no particular individual. I sent them through the regular channel for collection; they were paid and I never received any word from them."
"Didn't your first detective mention them?"
"He did, but I could not remember the names of the drawers of the drafts. Remember, twenty-five years had elapsed."
"Did