inly won't tell him," said Maurice, decidedly.

Knowing the state of feeling between Maurice and his nephew, Mr. Grey
felt satisfied with this assurance.

"I don't want you even to put it on paper," he continued. "Gilbert
might get hold of it. You can remember it without."

"Very well, sir."

"It is Clayton, Illinois, to the north of Alton, on the river. Now, can
you remember Clayton?"

"I will think of Henry Clay."

"That will be a good reminder. As to the State, you are not very likely
to forget that. Now, if you find the paper, inclose it in an envelope,
and mail it to JAMES GREY, Clayton, Illinois. As soon as I receive it,
I will send you, or bring you, a hundred dollars."

"Very well, sir; I will try, but I am not sure whether I shall succeed.
It's harder than the other job."

"Are you suspected of that?"

"I don't think so."

"That is not all. I shall want to learn about the fellow's movements.
He may be planning some conspiracy, of which it is important that I
should be apprised. Now, you are in the same office, and likely to know
what is going on."

"Yes, sir."

"I want you to watch carefully, and, whenever you learn anything worthy
my knowing, write me immediately, to the address I have given you. See
if you remember it."

"Clayton, Illinois."

"For every letter containing information of value, I will send you ten
dollars. I shall not write direct from Clayton, lest the letter be
seen, but I will manage to have my letters posted from St. Louis. That
is where Gilbert supposes I am living."

"Perhaps you had better direct to my boarding-place, and not to the
store."

"A good suggestion. Give me your address."

James Grey took it down in his memorandum book.

"I believe that is all," he said. "Remain faithful to my interests," he
added, "and I will take care you do not regret it."

"I shall not regret it, if it interferes with Gilbert Grey."

"If you are his enemy, you cannot harm him more than by devoting
yourself to my service."

"I will do it."

James Grey now hurried away, and Maurice went back to the store. He
thought himself unsuspected of the theft of the paper, but he did not
long remain so, and it was through his own imprudence that it happened.

The black mustache which he had used as a disguise he thrust carelessly
in his vest pocket. One day in the store, in drawing out his watch-key,
the mustache came too, and dropped on the floor.

Maurice stooped hastily to pick it u