A wicker rocker, comfortable with silk cushions, was near it.

Above the bookcase a woman's picture hung--a water-colour, if Mrs.Griggs had but known it--representing a pale, very sweet face, with large, dark eyes and a wistful expression under loose masses of black, lustrous hair.

Just beneath the picture, on the top shelf of the bookcase, was a vaseful of flowers.

Another vaseful stood on the table beside the basket.
All this was astonishing enough.

But what puzzled Mrs.Griggs completely was the fact that a woman's dress was hanging over a chair before the mirror--a pale blue, silken affair.