d have been, 'Yes, I will see this woman whose death lies at your
door,' he continued, with a gesture that Frank should precede him.

Arthur was very calm, and collected, and stern, as he followed to the
office where the body lay, covered now from view, but showing terribly
distinct through the linen sheet folded over it.

'Remove the covering,' he said, in the tone of a master to his slave,
and Frank obeyed.

Then bending close to the stiffened form, Arthur examined the face
minutely, while Frank looked on alternately between hope and dread, the
former of which triumphed as his brother said, quietly:

'Yes, she is French: but I do not know her. I never saw her before. Had
she nothing with her to tell who she was?'

His mood had passed, and Frank did not hear him now.

'She had a trunk,' he replied. 'Here it is, with her clothes, and the
child's, and--a Bible.'

'He said the last slowly, and, taking up the book, opened it as far as
possible from the writing on the margin, which might or might not be
dangerous.

'It is a German Bible,' he continued, and then Arthur took it quickly
from him as if it had been a long-lost friend, turning the worn pages
rapidly, but failing to discover the marked passage and the message for
some one.

The lock of baby hair and the faded flowers caught his attention, and
his breath came hard and pantingly, as for a moment he held the little
golden tress which seemed almost to twine itself lovingly around his
fingers.

'That must be her child's hair. You know I told you there was a little
girl found with her. Would you like to see her?' Frank said.

'No, no!' Arthur answered, hastily. 'Let her stay where she is, I don't
like children as a rule. You know I can't abide the noise yours
sometimes make.'

He was leaving the room with the Bible in his hand, but Frank could not
suffer that, and he said:

'I suppose all these things must stay here till the coroner sees them;
so I will put the Bible where I found it.

Arthur gave it up readily enough, and then, as he reached the door,
looked back, and said:

'If forty coroners and undertakers come on this business, don't bother
me any more. My head buzzes like a bee-hive. See that everything is done
decently for the poor woman, and don't let the town bury her. Do it
yourself, and send the bill to me. There is room enough on the Tracy
lot; put her in a corner.'

'Yes,' Frank answered, standing in the open door and watching him as he