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.