ruck two.

She started up with a shiver, exclaiming:

"I can not sleep; but I can go to bed and lie there."

And she went into her own room and went to bed, but not to rest.

She heard the clock strike in succession every hour of the night, until
it finally struck four.

Then, when the people of the house were beginning to stir, she, overcome
with fatigue and watching, at length fell asleep.

As usual in such cases of long night watching and early morning sleep,
she slept long into the forenoon. When she awoke and looked at her watch
she found it was nine o'clock.

She arose in haste and dressed herself.

This was the morning in which she was to meet her unconscious
confederate in crime, Craven Kyte.

As soon as she was dressed she went into the parlor, where, it appeared,
the waiter with his pass-key had already been before her, for the
remains of the last night's supper had been carried away and the room
had been restored to order.

She then listened at Alden Lytton's door.

All was dark as a vault and still as death there.

She opened the door cautiously and went in.

He was still sleeping a death-like sleep in the pitch-dark room. She
went and looked to the door leading into the passage and found it still
bolted.

Then she came out of the room, locked the door between it and the
parlor, and so isolated the sleeper from all the house.

Lastly she put on her bonnet and shawl and walked out. She walked down
the street for several blocks, and then hailed an empty cab that was
passing and engaged it to take her to a certain picture-shop in a
distant part of the city.

It was at this shop that she had engaged to meet Craven Kyte that
morning at ten o'clock.

A half-hour's rapid drive brought her to the place.

On arriving, she got out, paid and dismissed the cab, and entered the
shop.

It was not yet ten o'clock, nor had her intended tool and victim yet
made his appearance.

It was also too early for the usual customers of the establishment.

But a polite clerk came forward and placed a catalogue and a small
telescope in her hands, that she might the better examine the pictures.

"Thank you. I would like to look at a city directory first, if you
please," she said, as she put aside the catalogue and the telescope.

The clerk handed her the required volume.

She turned to the church directory, and looked down its columns until
she found what she seemed to be in search of.

And then she marke