and most sorrowfully, for I had wanted it for Kruger's son.

Last night, when I consented at last that I must die, I began to

make ready. I proceeded to burn all useless papers; and sure enough,

from a batch of Adler's, not previously examined with thoroughness,

out dropped that long-desired scrap! I recognized it in a moment.

Here it is--I will translate it:

'Brick livery stable, stone foundation, middle of town, corner of Orleans

and Market. Corner toward Court-house. Third stone, fourth row.