The advertisement came to the _Minnehaha Magnet_ in the ordinary way of business, accompanied by a treasury note for fifty dollars. An hour previous to the paper being issued, an alert young man interviewed the editor and proprietor. He wished to purchase the whole issue of the paper, a simple proposition, but an awkward one for the proprietor of a mining camp newspaper, for there were subscribers to be considered. The young man persisted and offered a price. No one ever saw a copy of that day’s issue except the young man who carried away a few copies after superintending the distribution of the whole of the type. The next day the editor announced that owing to a break down after 2,000 copies of the journal had been printed, many of his subscribers had been disappointed etc. etc. The normal circulation of the _Minnehaha Magnet_ is 1,200, but the editorial bluff may be allowed to pass. There is little doubt that a similar explanation may be offered for the non-appearance, for one day only, of the _Silver Syren_, and the _Paddly Post Herald_. This much is certain: the proprietor of the Silver Streak Mine had, in the eyes of the law, been as successfully "writted" as though a process server had placed the document in his hands. And there was the advantage that he knew nothing about it. Sir Harry was informed of the progress made by the capable gentleman of Denver on the morning of the day of the concert. He had found his letters waiting for him at No. 66 when he called that morning—he always stayed at an hotel in town—it had been forwarded from Hydeholm. It may be doubted that he knew the means adopted by his representative; it may safely be assumed that he made no inquiries. He took the newspaper cuttings from the suppressed editions and read them carefully. Then he whistled. "Oho!" he said, for until now the Silver Streak had had the inanimate existence of a corporation; of the names of its controllers he had been ignorant. He whistled again and folded the cutting. He was so thoughtful during his short stay, and moreover so absent-minded that Alicia, who had made up her mind to dissuade her uncle from including Mr. Slewer in his party, could get no opportunity of speaking to him. When he had left with Hal, she went into the garden to think. III "Good morning," said a cheerful voice. She looked up to meet the smiling eyes of the Duke. A recollection of this man’s despicable crime gave her a feeling akin to sickness but she kept her eyes fixed on him. "Getting ready for the concert?" he asked, but she made up her mind quickly and cut his pleasantly short. "I would advise you to forget about to-night’s concert," she said. He looked a little surprised. "It’s a strange thing you should say that," he replied, "for the fact is I’ve been trying to forget about it—I’m in an awful funk." Should she warn him?