But this time they were not distracting ones. Mr. Verne had in his
possession proof of the baseness of Hubert Tracy and his legal
accomplices, and the more he thought of it the more puzzled he was.
How did the letter get in the vicinity of "Sunnybank." It certainly
had been in the possession of some person or persons since it had
been received by Hubert Tracy, as he had now been abroad for nearly
three months. Had it fallen into Mr. Lawson's hands? Could it be
possible that he had thus been warned of this conspiracy and changed
his course of action?
Mr. Verne thought over the matter and a light seemed to dawn upon
him. He remembered of hearing his young friend making some inquiry
as regards the affairs of a well known legal firm that had left St.
John and earned a well-deserved reputation in the far west. He also
thought of certain transactions which went to prove that at times
Mr. Lawson's prospects were indeed sadly blue, and that, doubtless,
Hubert Tracy had taken advantage of those occasions to hold up the
tempting bait.
"Base scoundrel," muttered Mr. Verne with set teeth. "Providence has
not allowed him to ruin a noble life."
Mr. Verne was not blind to outward circumstances.
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