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"The real name of your friend was -- as you have guessed from the threatening letters addressed to him at Kingswear, in Devon -- Arnold Edgecumbe," the solicitor commenced, leaning his elbows upon his table and looking me straight in the face. "My firm acted for his father -- a wealthy manufacturer in Bradford, who, upon his death, left his son an ample fortune. Twenty years ago he married an extremely pretty woman. It was purely a love-match, and one daughter was born. Six months after that event, however, poor little Mrs Edgecumbe died of phthisis, and her husband was inconsolable over his loss. He was devoted to his wife, and the blow proved a terrible one. Soon, in order to occupy his mind, he turned his attention to financial affairs in the City, and went into partnership with a man named Henry Harford."
"Harford! " I ejaculated. "Why, that was the man against whom he warned me! The words he wrote down are still in my possession."