seless
kid he had so long held in his motionless grasp. Yet when an hour later
he entered the dining-room on his wife's arm, there was nothing in his
manner to show that he had in any way changed in his attitude towards
her.

The other picture was more tragic still. I was seeking Mrs. Zabriskie in
her own room, when I caught a fleeting vision of her tall form, with her
arms thrown up over her head in a paroxysm of feeling which made her as
oblivious to my presence as her husband had been several hours before.
Were the words that escaped her lips "Thank God we have no children!"
or was this exclamation suggested to me by the passion and unrestrained
impulse of her action?

So much up to date. Interesting enough, or so her employer seemed
to think, as he went hurriedly through the whole story, one special
afternoon in his office, tapping each sheet as he laid it aside with his
sagacious forefinger, as though he would say, "Enough! My theory still
holds good; nothing contradictory here; on the contrary complete and
undisputable confirmation of the one and only explanation of this
astounding crime."

What was that theory; and in what way and through whose efforts had he
been enabled to form one? The following notes may enlighten us. Though
written in his own hand, and undoubtedly a memorandum of his own
activities, he evidently thinks it worth while to reperuse them in
connection with those he had just laid aside.

We can do no better than read them also.

We omit dates.

Watched the Zabriskie mansion for five hours this morning, from the
second story window of an adjoining hotel. Saw the doctor when he drove
away on his round of visits, and saw him when he returned. A coloured
man accompanied him.

Today I followed Mrs. Zabriskie. She went first to a house in Washington
Place where I am told her mother lives. Here she stayed some time, after
which she drove down to Canal Street, where she did some shopping,
and later stopped at the hospital, into which I took the liberty of
following her. She seemed to know many there, and passed from cot to cot
with a smile in which I alone discerned the sadness of a broken heart.
When she left, I left also, without having learned anything beyond the
fact that Mrs. Zabriskie is one who does her duty in sorrow as in joy.
A rare, and trustworthy woman I should say, and yet her husband does not
trust her. Why?

I have spent this day in accumulating details in regard to Dr. and Mrs