le, a small needle-case, a child's toy, a worn
picture-book, printed in Leipsic, a box of pills, some peanuts, some
cloves, a piece of candy, a seed cake, a pocket comb, half a biscuit;
and at the very bottom, the brass check whose number corresponded with
that upon the trunk; also a ring to which were attached three keys, one
belonging to the trunk, another evidently to the carpet-bag, while the
third, which was very small and straight, must have been used for
fastening some box or dressing-case.

It was Mr. St. Claire who opened the trunk, from which one of the
servants had removed the rope, while Frank sat near still trembling in
every limb, and watching anxiously as article after article was taken
out and examined, but afforded no satisfaction whatever, or gave any
sign by which the stranger might be traced.

There was a black alpaca dress and a few coarse garments which must have
belonged to the woman. Some of them bore the initials 'N.B.,' some were
without a mark, and all were cheap and plain, like the clothes of a
servant before her head is turned and she apes her mistress' wardrobe.
The child's dresses were of a better quality, and one embroidered
petticoat bore the name 'Jerrine,' while the letter 'J.' was upon them
all, except a towel of the finest linen, on one corner of which was the
letter 'M.' worked with colored floss.

'Jerrine!' Mr. St. Claire repeated, pronouncing it 'Jerreen.' 'That is a
French name, and a pretty one. It is the child's, of course.'

To this no one replied, and he continued his examination of the trunk
until it was quite empty.

'That is all,' he said in a tone of disappointment; and Frank, who had
been sitting by and holding some of the things in his lap as they were
taken from the trunk, answered, faintly:

'No, here is a book. It was done up in a handkerchief,' and he held up
what proved to be a German Bible; but he did not tell that he had found
something else, which he had thrust into his pocket when no one was
looking at him.

What he had found was a photograph, which had slipped from the leaves of
the Bible, and at sight of the face, of which he only had a glimpse,
every drop of blood seemed to leave his heart and came surging to his
brain, making him so giddy and wild that he did not realise what he was
doing when he hid away the picture until he could examine it by himself.
Once in his pocket he dared not take it out, although he raised his hand
two or three times to