to abandon the plates and try for the reward. Thank
you for the five thousand; it covered expenses.

Very sincerely yours,

D. Mulehaus.

III. The Lost Lady

It was a remark of old Major Carrington that incited this adventure.

"It is some distance through the wood--is she quite safe?"

It was a mere reflection as he went out. It was very late. I do not know
how the dinner, or rather the after-hours of it, had lengthened. It must
have been the incomparable charm of the woman. She had come, this night,
luminously, it seemed to us, through the haze that had been on her--the
smoke haze of a strange, blighting fortune. The three of us had been
carried along in it with no sense of time; my sister, the ancient Major
Carrington and I.

He turned back in the road, his decayed voice whipped by the stimulus of
her into a higher note.

"Suppose the village coachman should think her as lovely as we
do--what!"

He laughed and turned heavily up the road a hundred yards or so to his
cottage set in the pine wood. I stood in the road watching the wheels
of the absurd village vehicle, the yellow cut-under, disappear. The old
Major called back to me; his voice seemed detached, eerie with the thin
laugh in it.

"I thought him a particularly villainous-looking creature!"

It was an absurd remark. The man was one of the natives of the island,
and besides, the innkeeper was a person of sound sense; he would know
precisely about his driver.

I should not have gone on this adventure but for a further incident.

When I entered the house my sister was going up the stair, the butler
was beyond in the drawing-room, and there was no other servant visible.
She was on the first step and the elevation gave precisely the height
that my sister ought to have received in the accident of birth. She
would have been wonderful with those four inches added--lacking beauty,
she had every other grace!

She spoke to me as I approached.

"Winthrop," she said, "what was in the package that Madame Barras
carried away with her tonight?"

The query very greatly surprised me. I thought Madame Barras had carried
this package away with her several evenings before when I had put her
English bank-notes in my box at the local bank. My sister added the
explanation which I should have been embarrassed to seek, at the moment.

"She asked me to put it somewhere, on Tuesday afternoon.... It was
forgotten, I suppose.... I laid it in a drawer of the li