you know any?"

"There's an old Miss Tracy, Ma'am, lives in the next street
here; she was sister to the grocer that died two years ago."

"Do you happen to know if she has had any relations staying
with her lately?"

"I think she has. Ma'am; for she hired a bed, a chair, and a
table, some three months ago, of my brother, who lets out
furniture; and she'd not go to expense for nothing: her late
brother's money is safe enough in her keeping."

As I still looked interested in the subject of Miss Tracy's
expenses, the waiter, who was evidently of a communicative
turn of mind, closed the door and came back to the table to
wipe off some nearly imperceptible crumbs that were lying on
the smooth, bright mahogany.

"It was a curious thing enough, Ma'am," he resumed; "nobody in
the wide world knowing that the grocer in--street,--old Tracy,
as he was called,--had scraped together thirty thousand
pounds, and never had been the better for it while he lived."

"Nor when he died," I thought to myself; and inquired if the
whole of that sum had been left to the lady who certainly
would not go to expense for nothing?

"No, only half, Ma'am," was the answer; "fifteen thousand
pounds in hard cash her brother left her; but it is not many
folk in Salisbury that have seen the colour of her money.
She'll keep adding on to it as long as she lives."

"And where did the other fifteen thousand pounds go?" I asked.

"They was lodged in some Lunnon banker's hands, Ma'am, I
fancy. It's said he left that other half of his money to some
relations that lived thereabouts, but I can't tell for sure."

I longed to ask him, if he knew what kind of people had been
staying with Miss Tracy, and to find out, if possible, if it
was Alice, and whether she was still in Salisbury; but I felt
ashamed of questioning on, and, during the pause that ensued,
my informant gave one more general polishing to the table,
pushed one or two chairs out of their places, poked the fire,
which did not want poking, and with a side bow left the room.
My curiosity was so strongly excited, that I could not refrain
from asking Mrs. Hatton if she knew anything of the Mrs.
Tracy, who, in old times, had been my aunt's maid, but she had
never seen her, and could give me no information on the
subject. We were to start the next morning at nine o'clock,
and I resolved to make an effort to satisfy myself as to the
state of the case by calling at Miss Tracy's door before
setting