“Perhaps he might sell some stocks,” suggested the landlord.

“Where can I see him?” asked James Fairfax, for this was the name assumed by the adventurer.

“You can see him here,” answered the landlord, “in a day or two.  He will be here the first of the month to receive his dividends.”

“Will he stop with you?”

“Probably.  He generally dines with me when he comes over.”

“Will you introduce me?”

“With pleasure.”

Mr. Fairfax appeared to hear this with satisfaction, and said that he would make Colonel Preston an offer for a part of his stock.

“Most of my property is invested in real estate in New York,” he said; “but I should like to have some manufacturing stock; and, from what you tell me, I think favorably of the Melville Mills.”

“We should be glad to have you settle down among us,” said the landlord.

“I shall probably do so,” said Fairfax.  “I am very much pleased with your town and people.”

In due time Colonel Preston drove over.  As usual, he put up at the hotel.

“Colonel,” said the landlord, “there’s a gentleman stopping with me who desires an introduction to you.”

“Indeed!  What is his name?”

“James Fairfax.”

“Is he from this neighborhood?”

“No; from the city of New York.”

“I shall be happy to make his acquaintance,” said the colonel, courteously; “but it must be after I return from the mills.  I shall be there a couple of hours, probably.  We are to have a directorial meeting.”

“I will tell him.”

Colonel Preston attended the directors’ meeting, and also collected his dividend, amounting to eight hundred dollars.  These, in eight one-hundred-dollar bills, he put in his pocketbook, and returned to the hotel for dinner.

“Dinner is not quite ready, colonel,” said the landlord.  “It will be ready in fifteen minutes.”

“Where is the gentleman who wished to be introduced to me?” asked Colonel Preston, who thought it would save time to be introduced now.

“I will speak to him.”

He went directly to a dark-complexioned man with black whiskers, and eyes that were rather sinister in appearance.  The eyes oftenest betray the real character of a man, where all other signs fail.  But Colonel Preston was not a keen observer, nor was he skilled in physiognomy, and, judging of Mr. Fairfax by his manner merely, was rather pleased with him.

“You will pardon my obtruding myself upon you, Colonel Preston,” said the stranger, with great ease of manner.

“I am happy to make your acquaintance, sir.”

“I am a stranger in this neighborhood.  The city of New York is my home.  I have been led here by the recommendations of friends who knew that I desired to locate myself in the country.”

“How do you like Melville?”

“Very much—­so much, that I may settle down here.  But, Colonel Preston, I am a man of business, and if I am to be here, I want some local interest—­some stake in the town itself.”