ad.
"'It is gone, Henry,' she whispered. 'It is gone. You have taken it.'
"He did not answer.
"'And it is lost! You have risked it, and it is lost!'
"He uttered a groan. 'You should have given it to me that night. There
was luck in the air then. Now the devil is in the cards and--'
"Her arms went up with a shriek. 'My curse be upon you, Henry
L'Hommedieu!' And whether it was the look with which she said this that
moved him, or whether there was some latent love in his heart for this
once beautiful and long-suffering woman, he shrank at her words, and,
stumbling like a man in the darkness, uttered a heart-rending groan and
rushed from the house. We never saw him again.
"As for her, she fell this time under a paralytic attack which robbed
her of her faculties. She was taken to a hospital, where I frequently
visited her, but either from grief or the effect of her attack she did
not know me, nor did she ever recognize any of us again. Mrs. Latimer,
who is a just woman, sold her furniture and after paying herself out of
the proceeds, gave the remainder to the hospital nurses in charge for
Mrs. L'Hommedieu, so that when she left there she had something with
which to start life anew. But where she went or how she managed to get
along in her enfeebled condition I do not know. I never heard of her
again."
"Then you did not see the woman who died in those rooms?" I asked.
The effect of these words was magical and led to mutual explanations.
She had not seen that woman, having encountered all the sorrow she
wished to in that room. Nor was there any one else in the house who
would be likely to recognize Mrs. L'Hommedieu; both the janitor and
hall-boy being new and Mrs. Latimer one of those proprietors who are
only seen on rent day. For the rest, Mrs. L'Hommedieu's defective
memory, which had led her to haunt the house and room where her money
had once been hidden, accounted not only for her first visit, but the
last, which had ended so fatally. The cunning she showed in turning her
cloak and flinging a veil over her hat was the cunning of a partially
clouded mind. It was a reminiscence of the morning when her terrible
misfortune occurred. My habit of taking the key out of the lock of that
unused door made the use of her own key possible, and her fear of being
followed, caused her to lock the door behind her. My wife, who must
have fallen into a doze on my leaving her, did not see her enter, but
detected her just as
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