He knew that Maxwell always closed up his rooms when he left
the city, and the fact of their being open now tended to fix suspicion
upon him, or rather to confirm the suspicions before entertained. He
had made the visit to the attorney's rooms to gain information; and,
being partly convinced, by the manner of the negress, that the rear
chamber was occupied, he retired to the coffee-room to digest the
knowledge, and, if possible, arrive at some conclusion through it, as
well as at the same time to keep watch of the movements at the office.
Who was this De Guy, who had been the agent of Maxwell?--for such he
determined to believe him, until convinced to the contrary. He canvassed
their mutual acquaintances, but could remember no such person. Intimate
as he had been with all the associates of Maxwell, he could not identify
this bold and cunning confederate.
He had not long deliberated, when, to his surprise,--albeit it was not
an event at all remarkable,--Maxwell entered the coffee-room.
Before Vernon had time to decide whether or not he should charge the
lawyer with the abduction of Emily, that worthy approached his chair,
and, with much cordiality,--more than he had formerly bestowed upon
him,--extended his hand, and expressed his happiness at again meeting
him in the city.
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