home she can t go you d never know her we ll have to put her in an asylum something in his voice made look at him he met his gaze they re getting ready to do it� that man and the preacher but i don t mean em to have anything more to do with her they ve done their worst now let em keep away from her nodded his acquiescence that evening went to see a doctor he knew and next day through his was removed to the private ward of an asylum where she was made as comfortable as possible it was evident that she had not much longer to stay but god had been merciful to her she of her finds baby and her happiness at seeing it soon and a small strongly built man with grave eyes sat by her in the and told her stories of it with a of invention that amazed the doctor who had her in charge when mr s agents called next day to make the preliminary arrangements for carrying out his agreement with they found the room empty the woman who had charge of the house had been duly fixed by and she told a story sufficiently plausible to pass muster the sick woman had disappeared at night and had gone she did not know where she was afraid she might have made away with herself as she was out of her head this was and this was the story that went back to mr and finally to a little later the body of a woman was found in the river and though there was nothing to identify her it was stated in one of the papers that there was good ground for believing that she was the woman whose disappearance had been reported the week before chapter the marriage one day after was removed was sitting in the office he had taken in new york working on the final papers which were to be exchanged when his deal should be completed when there was a tap at the door a knock at the door is almost as individual as a voice there was something about this knock that awakened associations in s mind it was not a woman s tap yet and both sprang into s mind almost at the same moment the door opened slowly and pausing on the threshold stood j but how changed from the mr of the jovial and manager of the whistle or the and editor of the new the apparition in the door was a shabby representation of what j had been in his days he bore the last marks of extreme his eyes were dull his face and his hair thin and long his clothes looked as if they had served him by night as well as by day for a long time his shoes were broken and his hat once the emblem of his station and high spirits was battered and rusty how are you mr he began boldly enough but his assumption of something of his old air of died out under s icy and steady gaze and he stepped only inside of the room and taking off his hat waited uneasily the what do you want of met demanded leaning back in his chair and looking at him coldly well i thought i would like to have a little talk with you about a without taking his eyes from his face shook his head slowly about a friend of yours continued again shook his head very slowly i have a little information that might be of use to you � that you d like to have i don t want it you would if you knew what it was no yes you would it s about squire s about her marriage to that man how much do you want for it demanded advanced slowly into the room and looked at a chair don t sit down how much do you want for repeated well you are a rich man now i thought so rose however rich i am i will not pay you a cent he to the door oh well if that s the way you take it i drew himself up and stalked to the door himself and again took up his pen at the door turned and saw that had put him out of his mind and was at work again yes if you knew what information i sat up suddenly go out of here if you d only stood up with a sudden flame in his eyes go on i say if you do not i will put you out it is as much as i can do to keep my hands oflf you you could not say a word that i would believe on any subject i will swear to this your oath would add nothing to it waited and after a moment s reflection began in a different key mr i did not come here to sell you yes you did no i did not i did not only for that if i could have sold it i don t say i wouldn t for i need money � the lord knows how much i need it i have not a cent in the world to buy me a to or drink i came to tell you something that only j i have told you that i would not believe you on oath began impatiently but you will for it is true and i tell it not out of love for you though i never i always liked would have liked you if you d have let me but out of hate for that man has treated me worse than a yellow dog i ve done for that man what i wouldn t have done for my brother you know what i ve done for him mr and now when he s 