CHAPTER IX.
THE YOUNG MAN WITH A PURPOSE.
Besides slamming the door, Mr. Heaphy had carefully locked it. Then he had opened the lid of his trunk and took out some neatly folded clothes. It was a dress suit, ready-made, but cut in the latest fashion. It had never before adorned Mr. Heaphy's person, except upon the occasion when he had tried it on. Why he possessed it, or why he possessed many other things, which did not show or to which he never referred, would have been a mystery. But Heaphy was something of a mystery himself, which may be sufficient excuse for an explanation later. He laid the clothing carefully out on the narrow little bed and sat on a chair at the desk. He half repented of the sudden decision he had made, and as there was an hour or more before he would have to begin to dress, he opened his geometry notes and turned the leaves slowly over with his thumb.
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