ter supper Mr. Allison put before me a large book. "Amuse yourself
with these pictures," said he; "I have a little task to perform. After
it is done I will come again and sit with you."

"You are not going out," I cried, starting up.

"No," he smiled, "I am not going out."

I sank back and opened the book, but I did not look at the pictures.
Instead of that I listened to his steps moving about the house, rear and
front, and finally going up what seemed to be a servant's staircase, for
I could see the great front stairs from where I sat, and there was no
one on them.

But when he returned and sat down I said nothing. There was a little
thing I noted, however. His hands were trembling, and it was five
minutes before he met my inquiring look.

"I will not displease him with questions," I decided: "but I will find
my own way into those lofts above. I shall never be at rest till I do."

I had found a candle in my bedroom, and this I took to light me. But it
revealed nothing to me except a double row of unused rooms, with dust on
the handles of all the doors. I scrutinized them all; for, young as I
was, I had wit enough to see that if I could find one knob on which no
dust lay that would be the one my husband was accustomed to turn.

But every one showed tokens of not having been touched in years, and,
baffled in my search, I was about to retreat, when I remembered that the
house had four stories, and that I had not yet come upon the staircase
leading to the one above. A hurried search (for I was mortally afraid of
being surprised by my husband), revealed to me at last a distant door,
which had no dust on its knob. It lay at the bottom of a shut-in
staircase, and convinced that here was the place my husband was in the
habit of visiting, I carefully fingered the knob, which turned very
softly in my hand. But it did not open the door. There was a lock
visible just below, and that lock was fastened.

My first escapade was without visible results, but I was uneasy from
that hour. I imagined all sorts of things hidden beyond that closed
door.

I was walking one morning in the grounds that lay about the house, when
suddenly I felt something small but perceptibly hard strike my hat and
bound quickly off.

In another instant I started up. I had found a little thing like a
bullet wrapped up in paper; but it was no bullet; it was a bead, a large
gold bead, and on the paper which surrounded it were written these
words:

"H