"Well, don't you alter it without my permission," Jasper said sternly. "I may want you to do something for me; and, if so, you can get your revenge. Meanwhile, here's something to keep you out of mischief, that's to say, in drink; you'll be safer like that." He handed over the money--about three pounds. "Mind! don't go selling any more forged pictures, like the one the bond of which I hold, or you'll get caught. They make the sentences for fraud pretty heavy nowadays." Mr. Wilfer shivered. Up to now, he himself had never been imprisoned; but other members of the gang had served various sentences, and their reminiscences were not comforting. "I understand, guv'nor," he said; "but what of the gal?" "All you've got to do is wait till she comes back; or if you find her about, let me know," replied Jasper. "Now, be off, and remember I can lay my hands on you--and so can the police--any minute I like, so don't play me any tricks. Good-night." With that, Mr. Vermont turned on his heel and strode swiftly and silently away. Wilfer looked after him with a scowl. "He's a clever devil," he said, as he, too, went on his way. Clever, Mr. Vermont most undoubtedly was. His worst enemies would not have denied him that virtue; but in this case his cleverness had over-reached itself. It had so amused him to torment his victim, that he had never questioned Wilfer's statement that the girl, Jessica, was his niece. Had he known her identity, subsequent events might have proved far different; but man, with all his gifts, is blind as to the future; he sees as in a glass darkly, trusting and believing in his own feeble powers, as if he were omnipotent. Meanwhile, Jasper trudged gaily along. "Strange," he murmured, "how things work round for me. That princely idiot plays into my hands at every turn. What luck that I should just have followed him to-night--I'll live to see him humbled and disgraced yet!" With which pleasant thought he hummed Miss Lester's latest song and pursued his way to the theatre. Some few hours later, he stood beside Adrien before the latter's motor. "Are you coming with me, Jasper?" said Leroy heartily. "I'm afraid I've taken up a lot of your time to-night." "My dear Adrien, does not my whole life belong to you?" replied the arch-hypocrite. Adrien waved the suggestion aside. "By the way, what is the time?" he said, feeling for his watch. "I don't know," answered his friend, "mine has stopped." "Well, mine has gone," said Leroy quietly. "I remember now; it was in that affair in the park." "What?" exclaimed Jasper, in tones of the deepest sympathy. "Not that valuable repeater, surely?" "Yes," said Adrien. "I must get another one." Jasper smiled, as his fingers touched furtively the watch and chain in question. "Did you find your papers?" inquired Adrien, as they rolled through the streets. "Jackson told me you lost them coming out of the theatre one night."