I filled out the cheek for an even thousand, not being able to overcome my horror at the thought of a larger figure, for notwithstanding all the evidence to the contrary, I was unable to overcome a certain fear that the check might be refused. I showed it to Torrence, whose only remark was that he couldn’t see why I had not doubled it. I was determined to save this much for a rainy day, and resolved to go at once to the banker’s when my brother had gone back to Gravesend and cash it. I also determined to find out, if possible something about his affairs, as the mystery of all this sudden wealth was preying on my mind. I had quite relinquished the hope of learning anything from Torrence himself, and should now apply to other sources. That night we retired early, as my brother said he was fatigued with the work of the day, and not knowing what else to do, I followed his example, fully resolved to cash my check and investigate matters on the morrow. After a couple of hours of restlessness, and finding it impossible to sleep, I got up to go into the adjoining room for a glass of water. I did not take a light, knowing exactly where to find it, but imagine my surprise, when half-way across the floor of our _salon_, at seeing thet the light in my brother’s room was still burning brightly and shining through the keyhole and under the bottom of the door. Scarcely had I observed this, when I caught the sound of low voices issuing from the room, as of two people talking in an undertone. I stepped noiselessly up to the door and listened. "There is no danger; he is asleep!" said one of the voices, which I thought was Torry’s; and then some whispering followed, impossible to understand. At this moment a horrid thought flashed upon me. Had Torrence embarked in any crime, which he was trying to conceal? The mere suspicion sickened me. I could not believe it. "It’s for you to say," remarked the other; "for my part, I don’t care a damn who knows it, provided the news don’t come from me. Now look at this." I could hear the rustling of papers. "And this; and this. The society shan’t never see one of ’em again—I’ll let ’em rot first." Then came Torry’s voice. "Of course if it’s so, my brother Gurthrie will know all about it before long. Only I don’t want to tell him yet. It isn’t that I distrust you, Merrick, but naturally you can see for yourself what a laughing stock I should become if there should prove to be any mistake." "Don’t I know it? and without there bein’ any mistake," answered the other. "Precisely; and that being the case, I prefer to wait until the thing is proved to my own senses before announcing this most stupendous fact of history to anyone."