hould _feel happy_, and so do I. The garden at night; honeyed
words; the parting kiss! She loves him well! I _know you are
happy_!

"Good-bye! * * * * REVENGE!"

Having written the document, I had it mailed from Jenkintown, through
the assistance of friend Rivers.

At Jenkintown all was going smoothly. De Forest was more loving than
ever, and Madam Imbert found it almost impossible to have a private
conversation with Mrs. Maroney, as she seemed always with him. When De
Forest came to Philadelphia I had it suggested to him that it would be
advisable to get Mrs. Maroney to walk or drive out with him in the
evening. He immediately acted on the suggestion, and before long could
be found almost every evening with her.

Mrs. Maroney did not again allude to her valuables, and evidently felt
perfectly easy in regard to them, considering that she had them safely
secreted. One day, while Mrs. Maroney was in the cellar, Madam Imbert
called. Mrs. Cox met her and said:

"Sister is in the cellar; I will call her up."

"Never mind," remarked the Madam, "I'll just run down to her," and
stepped towards the cellar door.

Mrs. Cox quickly interposed and said:

"Oh! no; I will call her!"

This little incident showed Madam Imbert that something was going on
which they did not want her to know.

Mrs. Maroney soon came up, said she was delighted to see her, and did
not look at all confused.

Rivers, Cox, Horton and Barclay had formed themselves into a quartette
club and were nearly always together.

Rivers's arm had not healed as yet, and he still wore it in a sling. Cox
and he were on the best of terms, and the Jenkintowners regarded him, as
well as the other detectives, as permanent residents.

De Forest was happy beyond expression, and Mrs. Maroney seemed equally
so. She wrote letters daily to her husband and often spoke of Madam
Imbert and how deeply she felt for her, bowed down with care and alone
in the world. She very seldom alluded to De Forest and never spoke of
his being her constant companion.

While all was passing so pleasantly in Jenkintown, a terrible scene was
being enacted in Eldridge street jail. I had not posted White as to my
intention of sending the anonymous letter to Maroney, as I wished to
find what effect Maroney's conduct would have on him. The day after
Rivers had posted the letter, Shanks brought it to Maroney when he came
with the morning's m