knew what became of
her. When I heard about that Lily girl's escape, I sent my men
with the two bucks on down home, with instructions for a little
training, so they would not try the underground again right soon.
But now--"

"Now about that Lily girl," interrupted the Honorable William Jones,
who had once more forgotten his temperance resolutions,--"But hello,
Colonel, what's this, wha-a-at's this?"

He picked up and exposed to view a small object which he saw lying
on the hall floor. It was a small pin of shell and silver, such as
ladies sometimes used for fastening the hair.

"Somehow, I got the idea you was a bachelor man," went on the
Honorable William cheerfully. "Thought you lived here all alone in
solitary splenjure; never looked at a woman in your whole life in
the whole memory of man. But, looky-here, now, what's this?"

Dunwody, suddenly confused, could only wonder whether his face
showed what he really felt. His guest continued his investigation.

"An' looky-there on the table!" pointing, where some servant
apparently had placed, yet another article of ladies' apparel,
dropped by accident, a dainty glove of make such as no servant of
that country ever saw, much less used. "Come now," blithely went
on the gentleman from Belmont. "Things is lookin' mighty
suspicious, mighty suspicious. Why didn't you tell us when you-all
was married?"

A sudden start might have drawn attention to Judge Clayton, but he
controlled himself. And if a slight smile assailed his lips, at
least he was able to suppress it. Nothing, however, could suppress
the curiosity of the able student of Roman history. "I'll just
take a little prowl around," said he.

He was rewarded in his search. A little hair-pin lay at the first
step of the stair. He fell upon it with uproarious glee.

"Trail's gittin' hot," said he. "I reckon I'll go on up."

"No!" cried Dunwody suddenly, and sprang to the foot of the stair.
"Please!--that is,--" he hesitated. "If you will kindly wait a
moment, I will have the servants put your room in order for you
before you go up."

"Oho!" cried the Honorable William. "Don't want us to find out a
single thing! House o' mystery, ah, ha! Doctor here, too! Tell
us, anybody died here to-day?"

Doctor Jamieson answered by quietly stepping to the side of
Dunwody. Judge Clayton, without comment, joined them, and the
three edged in between the exhilarated gentleman and the stairway
which he sough