ot the money I for one was determined to know where she had hid it.
There was no mistaking the spot. A single glance was enough to show us
the paper ripped off from a portion of the wall, revealing a narrow gap
behind the baseboard large enough to hold the bond. It was near--"

"Wait!" I put in as I remembered where the so called Mrs. Helmuth
had pointed just before she died. "Wasn't it at the left of the large
folding doors and midway to the wall?"

"How came you to know?" she asked. "Did Mrs. Latimer tell you?" But as I
did not answer she soon took up the thread of her narrative again, and,
sighing softly, said:

"The next day came and went, but no Mr. L'Hommedieu appeared; another,
and I began to grow seriously uneasy; a third, and a dreadful thing
happened. Late in the afternoon Mrs. L'Hommedieu, dressed very oddly for
her, came sliding in at the front door, and with an appealing smile at
the hall-boy, who wished but dared not ask her for the key which made
these visits possible, glided by to her old rooms, and, finding the door
unlocked, went softly in. Her appearance is worth description, for it
shows the pitiful efforts she made at disguise, in the hope, I suppose,
of escaping the surveillance she was evidently conscious of being under.
She was in the habit of wearing on cool days a black circular with
a gray lining. This she had turned inside out so that the gray was
uppermost, while over her neat black bonnet she had flung a long veil,
also gray, which not only hid her face, but gave to her appearance
an eccentric look as different as possible from her usual aspect. The
hall-boy, who had never seen her save in showy black or bright colors,
said she looked like a ghost in the daytime, but it was all done for
a purpose, I am sure, and to escape the attention of the man who had
before followed her. Alas, he might have followed her this time without
addition to her suffering! Scarcely had she entered the room where her
treasure had been left than she saw the torn paper and gaping baseboard,
and, uttering a cry so piercing it found its way even to the stolid
heart of the hall-boy, she tottered back into the hall, where she fell
into the arms of her husband, who had followed her in from the street in
a state of frenzy almost equal to her own.

"The janitor, who that minute appeared on the stairway, says that he
never saw two such faces. They looked at each other and were speechless.
He was the first to hang his he