The next minute the thought occurred to him that a surgical instrument maker would not seal the packet with armorial bearings, and he would have sent some communication, so, catching up the box, he drew out the carefully-done-up packet within, tore it open, and then let his hands fall on the table, for the contents were rouleaux of sovereigns, all bright and fresh from the mint, the number written upon the packet--"210 pounds." Two hundred guineas--the fee promised to him for his services. "Gentlemanly and honourable in this, after all," he said to himself; and he eagerly searched the papers to see if there was a note. None, and with an ejaculation of disappointment he unlocked the table drawer, thrust in the rouleaux, locked them up, and then caught up the pieces of green tape again, to examine the blurred red seal. "Eureka!" he muttered; "then here is the clue." He carefully cut off the seal and placed it in his pocket-book, after satisfying himself that the crest over the shield of armorial bearings was a mailed arm bent, the elbow only being clear. With this to guide him, he went to a book-case, and took down a Peerage, in the faint hope of finding the arms of some great family there; and he was still vainly searching when the servant knocked at the door to tell him that breakfast was ready. Laura and his aunt were waiting in the dining-room, and their salute was a formal "Good-morning," after which the breakfast was partaken of in silence, and he rose to go back to his room. "Will you see your patients this morning, Frederick?" said his aunt, as he reached the door. He looked back at her sharply, and then glanced at his sister, who was watching him too. "No," he said sharply. "I have important business--I am going out." "But--" Chester closed the door and hurried to his room. He knew what was about to be said, and he was in such an intense state of irritation, that he could not trust himself to reply, but took hat and coat directly, went out, and jumping into the first cab was driven to his club, where he spent the morning in the library, examining books on landed gentry, peerages, baronetages, everything he could find relating to armorial bearings, and finding crest after crest of mailed arms holding swords, daggers, spears, flowers, plumes, hearts, and arrows, but nothing which quite answered to the seal.