To all questions put to him concerning Little Wolf, he had but one answer, "me not know." Threats and bribes elicited nothing more and it was generally supposed that he had murdered her. But as the whole affair was shrouded in mystery, there was some few inclined to the opinion, that she was secreted in some place, from which the protracted absence of Bloody Jim would give her an opportunity to escape. Among the last named was Dr. Goodrich and Edward Sherman. The Doctor was not at the examination of the prisoner, and Edward hastened to inform him of the result. He was at his old haunt, and, as usual, under the influence of stimulus when Edward entered. "No satisfactory information could be obtained from the old scoundrel," said he, throwing himself upon a lounge. The events of the past few days had worn upon him, and his anxious look did not escape Hank Glutter, who turned away to conceal his exultation. "Poor fellow, he too mourns for her," thought Edward, mistaking his movement for one of grief. After a moment's silence, Hank poured out something from the bar. "Drink this, Sherman," said he, passing it to Edward, "I see you are tired; it will strengthen you." Since Edward's entrance, Dr. DeWolf had sat gazing at him fixedly. The bleared, dull light of his eyes gave place to a keen, wild expression as Edward accepted the proffered glass. "Mr. Sherman," said he, in an unusually strong voice, "do you see what is in that cup?" "Why, yes, doctor; it is wine." "Yes, surely it is wine," replied the other "and your inexperienced eye sees nothing more than a harmless beverage; neither did this bleared and bloated old man see more than that in his wine years ago. Ah! could he have seen in his youth the vision in his cup which he now sees in that which you now hold to your lips, he might have been saved from a life of disgrace and ruin. The chain which once bound me was as light as that which now binds you." "No chain binds _me_," said Edward proudly. "I need not drink this unless I choose."