“I have the clew to this poor man’s secret. His villainy must be stopped. I shall not leave one stone unturned to fathom his plans. This letter contains important facts. I shall deliver it when he recovers and watch my opportunity to learn its contents after he has broken the seal himself. Any other course would arouse his suspicions.” So she took the letter and placed it in the drawer of an escritoire and resolved to deliver it as soon as Roderick Barclugh regained enough strength to read it. When the episode of the letter delivered by the Swede had been well considered, Segwuna reasoned to herself again: “I must not arouse the suspicions of Mr. Barclugh. If I let him go on he will weave a net to entrap himself.” Later, Segwuna was enabled to learn the contents of the secret correspondence after it had been given to Barclugh, who was too feeble and too sick to think that the simple Indian maiden was interested in his affairs. At the end of two weeks, Roderick Barclugh was strong enough to be moved from his quarters. Consequently, after a most thorough destruction and cleansing of his effects, Dr. Greydon insisted upon taking Roderick Barclugh to Dorminghurst to recuperate his depleted body. CHAPTER XXXI Barclugh, a mere shadow of his former self, was driven in the carriage of Dr. Greydon to Dorminghurst. As he passed along Front Street and up Market Street, he was saluted by General Arnold who smiled graciously to see his friend convalescing and out of doors. When Dorminghurst was reached, there could be no mistaking the evident gratitude in Barclugh’s wan features as he saw Mollie rush out of the door and down to the carriage, extending both of her hands to him, as she said: “How glad we are to see you with us again, Mr. Barclugh! I know that you will get strong very soon.” “How kind of you to greet me so cordially, Miss Greydon. I owe my being here to-day to your esteemed father and to Segwuna,” replied Barclugh soberly as he arose with difficulty and got out of the carriage with the assistance of Dr. Greydon. Dr. Greydon walked with Barclugh and assisted his feeble footsteps to the bright and airy room overlooking the Wingohocking. Mrs. Greydon greeted him on the portico with such kindly words of welcome, and the black servants stood looking on with such respectful silence, that Barclugh could not help but wonder if it were not his own mother in his own home who was now greeting him. The Doctor soon made him lie down on the snowy white bed, and ordered an egg-nog for his refreshment. Sentiments of the tenderest feelings welled up in his breast upon the receipt of such hospitality, and he murmured to himself as he lay on his bed, peacefully resting: