I trust--I sincerely trust--it may put a period to our suspense." Miss Marty took the letter, glanced at the address and tore the paper open with trembling hands.

She perused the first few sentences with a puckered, puzzled brow; then of a sudden her eyes grew wide and round.

Despite herself she uttered a little gasping cry.
"It contains a clue at least ?" asked Mr.Basket, who had been watching her face anxiously.

"Dear lady, what does he say ?" "Nun--nothing," Miss Marty caught at the back of a Chippendale chair for support.
"Nothing ?" echoed Mr.Basket blankly.
"Nothing--That is to say I can't tell you.

Oh, this is horrible!" "But pardon me," Mr.Basket insisted.