.

"All has gone well!" she said. "The most difficult part is over."

CHAPTER XIX.

A NARROW ESCAPE FROM DETECTION.

The conspiracy into which Mrs. Brent had entered was a daring one, and
required great coolness and audacity. But the inducements were great,
and for her son's sake she decided to carry it through. Of course it
was necessary that she should not be identified with any one who could
disclose to Mr. Granville the deceit that was being practiced upon him.
Circumstances lessened the risk of detection, since Mr. Granville was
confined to his room in the hotel, and for a week she and Jonas went
about the city alone.

One day she had a scare.

She was occupying a seat in a Chestnut Street car, while Jonas stood
in front with the driver, when a gentleman whom she had not observed,
sitting at the other end of the car, espied her.

"Why, Mrs. Brent, how came you here?" he asked, in surprise, crossing
over and taking a seat beside her.

Her color went and came as, in a subdued tone, she answered.

"I am in Philadelphia on a little visit, Mr. Pearson."

"Are you not rather out of your latitude?" asked the gentleman.

"Yes, perhaps so."

"How is Mr. Brent?"

"Did you not hear that he was dead?"

"No, indeed! I sympathize with you in your sad loss."

"Yes," sighed the widow. "It is a great loss to us."

"I suppose Jonas is a large boy now," said the other. "I haven't seen
him for two or three years."

"Yes, he has grown," said the widow briefly. She hoped that Mr. Pearson
would not discover that Jonas was with her, as she feared that the boy
might betray them unconsciously.

"Is he with you?"

"Yes."

"Do you stay long in Philadelphia?"

"No, I think not," answered Mrs. Brent.

"I go back to New York this afternoon, or I would ask permission to call
on you."

Mrs. Brent breathed more freely. A call at the hotel was by all means to
be avoided.

"Of course I should have been glad to see you," she answered, feeling
quite safe in saying so. "Are you going far?"

"I get out at Thirteenth Street."

"Thank Heaven!" said Mrs. Brent to herself. "Then he won't discover
where we are."

The Continental Hotel is situated at the corner of Chestnut and Ninth
Streets, and Mrs. Brent feared that Jonas would stop the car at that
point. As it was, the boy did not observe that his mother had met an
acquaintance, so intent was he on watching the street sights.

When they reached Ninth Street mother