saw that
I had something on my mind. I couldn't fool him any longer."

"As to your having a mind!" I said to myself, but I made no comment
aloud.

"So I told him all about it, and he said I must come at once and tell
Miss Lloyd, because, you see, they thought it was her bag all the time."

"Yes," I said gravely; "it would have been better if you had come at
first, with your story. Have you any one to substantiate it, or any
proofs that it is the truth?"

The blue eyes regarded me with an injured expression. Then she
brightened again.

"Oh, yes, I can `prove property'; that's what you mean, isn't it? I can
tell you which glove finger is ripped, and just how much money is in the
bag, and--and here's a handkerchief exactly like the one I carried that
night. Jack said if I told you all these things, you'd know it's my bag,
and not Miss Lloyd's."

"And then, there was a card in it."

"A card? My card?"

"No, not your card; a card with another name on it. Don't you know
whose?"

Mrs. Cunningham thought for a moment. Then, "Oh, yes!" she exclaimed.
"Mrs. Purvis gave me her card, and I tucked it in the pocket of the bag.
Was that the way you discovered the bag was mine? And how did that make
you know it."

"I'll tell you about that some other time if you wish, Mrs. Cunningham;
but just now I want to get at the important part of your story. How did
your gold bag get in Mr. Crawford's office?"

"Ah, how did it?" The laughing face was sober now and she seemed
appalled at the question. "Jack says some one must have found it in the
car-seat where I left it, and he"--she lowered her voice--"he must be
the--"

"The murderer," I supplied calmly. "It does look that way. You have
witnesses, I suppose, who saw you in that train?"

"Mercy, yes! Lots of them. The train reaches Marathon Park at 12: 50,
and is due here at one o'clock. Ever so many people got out at our
station. There were six in our own party, and others besides. And the
conductor knows me, and everybody knows Jack. He's Mr. John Le Roy
Cunningham."

It was impossible to doubt all this. Further corroboration it might be
well to get, but there was not the slightest question in my mind as to
the little lady's truthfulness.

"I thank you, Mrs. Cunningham," I said, "for coming to us with your
story. You may not be able to get your bag to-day, but I assure you it
will, be sent to you as soon as a few inquiries can be made. These
are merely for the sake of for