For fully a minute she stood there, her gaze searching and intent, as though she would read my soul; then her face hardened with sudden resolution.  Again she put her hand to her bosom, turned hastily toward the wall, and disappeared behind it.

The next instant, something white came flying over it, and fell on the grass beneath my tree.  Staring down at it, I saw it was a letter.

CHAPTER IV

ENTER FREDDIE SWAIN

I fell, rather than climbed, down the ladder, snatched the white missile from the grass, and saw that it was, indeed, a sealed and addressed envelope.  I had somehow expected that address to include either Godfrey’s name or mine; but it did neither.  The envelope bore these words: 

    Mr. Frederic Swain,
      1010 Fifth Avenue,
        New York City.

    If not at this address,
    please try the Calumet Club.

I sat down on the lowest rung of the ladder, whistling softly to myself.  For Freddie Swain’s address was no longer 1010 Fifth Avenue, nor was he to be found in the luxurious rooms of the Calumet Club.  In fact, it was nearly a year since he had entered either place.  For some eight hours of every week-day, he laboured in the law offices of Royce & Lester; he slept in a little room on the top floor of the Marathon; three hours of every evening, Saturdays, Sundays and holidays excepted, were spent at the law school of the University of New York; and the remaining hours of the twenty-four in haunts much less conspicuous and expensive than the Calumet Club.

For Freddie Swain had taken one of these toboggan slides down the hill of fortune which sometimes happen to the most deserving.  His father, old General Orlando Swain, had, all his life, put up a pompous front and was supposed to have inherited a fortune from somewhere; but, when he died, this edifice was found to be all facade and no foundation, and Freddie inherited nothing but debts.  He had been expensively educated for a career as an Ornament of Society, but he found that career cut short, for Society suddenly ceased to find him ornamental.  I suppose there were too many marriageable daughters about!

I am bound to say that he took the blow well.  Instead of attempting to cling to the skirts of Society as a vendor of champagne or an organiser of fetes champetres, he—­to use his own words—­decided to cut the whole show.

Our firm had been named as the administrators of the Swain estate, and when the storm was over and we were sitting among the ruins, Freddie expressed the intention of going to work.

“What will you do?” Mr. Royce inquired.  “Ever had any training in making money?”

“No, only in spending it,” retorted Freddie, easily.  “But I can learn.  I was thinking of studying law.  That’s a good trade, isn’t it?”

“Splendid!” assented Mr. Royce, warmly.  “And there are always so many openings.  You see, nobody studies law—­lawyers are as scarce as hen’s teeth.”