Harry Beaufort entered the Metropolitan Hotel with the confidence of a city boy who knew that hotels are places of general resort, and that his entrance would not attract attention. He walked slowly through to the rear, looking about him guardedly to see if he could discover anybody who answered to his idea of Philip Grafton. Had he seen Ben, he would doubtless have supposed that he was the cousin of whom he was in search; but Ben had come in about five o'clock and had gone out again with his friend, the reporter, who had called for him. Thus Harry looked in vain, and was disposed to think that he would have to leave the hotel with his errand unaccomplished. This he didn't like to do. He concluded, therefore, to go up to the desk and inquire of the clerk. "Is there a boy staying here named Philip Grafton?" asked Harry. "Yes, my boy. Do you want to see him?" returned the clerk. "Yes, sir, if you please." "He went out half an hour since," said a bell-boy, who chanced to be near. "You can leave any message," said the clerk. "I have a note for him," said Harry, in a doubtful tone. "I will give it to him when he comes in." Harry hesitated. He had been told to put the note into Philip's own hand. But there was no knowing when Philip would come in. "I guess it'll do to leave it," he thought. "Please give it into his own hands," he said; and the clerk carelessly assented. Harry left the hotel, and five minutes later Richard Grafton, or Major Richard Grafton, as he called himself, entered and walked up to the clerk's desk. "Any letters or cards for me?" he asked. "There's a note for your nephew," said the clerk, producing the one just left. "Ha!" said the major, pricking up his ears suspiciously. "Very well, I will take it and give it to him." Of course the clerk presumed that this was all right, and passed it over. Major Grafton took the note carelessly and sauntered into the reading-room, where he deliberately opened it. "I must see who is writing to Philip," he said to himself. "It may be necessary to suppress the note." As he read the note, the contents of which are already familiar to the reader, his brow darkened with anger and anxiety. "It is fortunate that this came into my hands," he reflected. "It would have puzzled the boy, and had he gone to see these people the murder would have been out and probably my plans would have ended in disaster. There is something about the boy that leads me to doubt whether he would second my plans if he suspected what they were. I must devise some means for throwing these people off the scent and keeping the boy in the dark. What shall I do?" After a little reflection, Major Grafton decided to remove at once to a different hotel. He resolved to do it that very night, lest there should be another attempt made to communicate with his young secretary. He must wait, however, till Ben returned. Half an hour later Ben entered, and found the major walking impatiently up and down the office.