ance.

"Oh, Russell! I have found your watch."

A ray of light seemed to leap from his eyes as he seized her hand.

"Where?"

"At Mr. Brown's jewellery store."

"Thank God!"

He went up the stairway, delivered the letters, and came back accompanied
by Mr. Campbell.

"This is my cousin, Electra Grey, Mr. Campbell."

"So I inferred from the unceremonious assault she made on my door just now.
However, shake hands, little lady; it seems there is some reason for your
haste. Let's hear about this precious watch business."

She simply told what she had seen. Presently Russell said--

"But how did you happen there, Electra?"

"Your good angel, sent me, I suppose; and," she added in a whisper, "I will
tell you some other time."

On re-entering the store, she walked at once to the workman's corner, and
pointed out the watch.

"Yes, it is mine. I would know it among a thousand."

"How can you identify it, Aubrey?"

He immediately gave the number, and name of the manufacturer, and described
the interior tracery, not omitting the quantity of jewels. Mr. Campbell
turned to the proprietor (the same gentleman with whom Electra had
conversed), and briefly recapitulated the circumstances which had occurred
in connection with the watch. Mr. Brown listened attentively, then
requested Russell to point out the particular one that resembled his. He
did so, and on examination, the number, date, name, and all the marks
corresponded so exactly that no doubt remained on the jeweller's mind.

"Young man, this watch was sold for ninety dollars by a man named Rufus
Turner, who lives in New Orleans, No. 240 ---- street. I will write to him
at once, and find out, if possible, how it came into his possession. I
rather think he had some horses here for sale."

"Did he wear green glasses," inquired Russell of the young man who had
purchased the watch.

"Yes, and had one arm in a sling."

"I saw such a man here about the time my watch was missing."

After some directions from Mr. Campbell concerning the proper course to be
pursued, Electra drew out her locket, saying--

"Now, Russell, is not this locket mine?"

"Yes; but where is the miniature? What are you going to do with it?"

"The miniature is at home, but I want to sell the frame, and Mr. Brown does
not know but that it is another watch case."

"If it is necessary, I will swear that it belongs lawfully to you; but what
do you want to sell it for? I should think you would