The Glenwood post., 1907-05-25
A Misplaced Joke.
CHAPTER VII.


pSpening into the room. and no pos
sible place of concealment for any
thing of the bulk of man.
The thought of a concealed opening
in the ceiling over the bed naturally
suggested itself to my mind, but moth
ing of the sort existed and moments
examination with towel on the end
of walking stick showed a layer of
dust which evidently had not been dis
iurbed for yeats.
In short the presence of the envel
ope on my bed seemed to be shrouded
in mystery of the most impenetrable
kind; but even it was exceeded in
its incomprehensibility by the aston
ishing contents of the note.
My love for Florence Carney was, !
had thought, secret buried deep in
my own breast. Surely l had never told
it in all the years that had cherished
it so fondly, and. on one occasion at
least, had denied it fatty. Yet it was
mentioned here, in as matter-of-fact
way as if our engagement had been
formally announced and our wedding
day named
l turned the matter over and over
in my mind, as l strolled slowly along
in the winding road that led to Hos
kins' hotel. but I was no nearer a So
luton of the problem when l finished
my breakfast than | had been when ]
left the house. There were number
of letters for me at the post Office but
! had no interest in them, and, stuff
ing them unread into my pocket. ]
wandered back to Carney Croft still
pondering deeply.
Unlocking the door, | returned at
once to my room and again made a
careful search for any possible means
. of ingress after the door was closed
land secured for the night. While the
lock might have been turned from the
outside with a master key, there was
still the bolt to hold it, and that this
could not have been slipped by any
other hand than mine l was absolutely
sure. Moreover, there was no hidden
mechanism connected with the bolt
which was simple, commonplace af-
fair, bearing the name of a well-known
maker and evidently attached to the
door after the house was completed.
Giving up in despair, for the pres
ent. at least, l descended to the
ground floor again, intending to make
minute inspection of the house and
grounds, when faint odor of cigar
smoke attracted my notice, and / saw
that the library door was ajar.
Tiptoeing forward, / peered through
the opening and beheld, to my amaze
ment, a familiar figure seated comfort.
ably in one of the large leather chairs
with his feet resting lazily on an
other in all the assurance Of appar-
ent proprietorship. At the same in
stant he turned his head slightly in
my direction and, uncertain as to
whether he had seen me or not, l re-
treated rapidly and noiselessly up the
stairs to my room, where | locked my
self in and tried to smother my an
ger and view the situation logically.
While the manner in which the
note had reached me was still as much
of mystery as ever. its contents, at
least, were explained, and my fury
\ knew no bounds at the wholly unwar-
J Janted impertinence Of this sorry at
empt at practical joke.
To me the matter was so sacred, so
precious, so entirely my own, that my
rage at the frivolity of this contempt
ible Jest drove from my mind all
thought of wonder that man who,
l had every reason to believe, was
miles away, should be, at this very
moment, under the same roof with
me.
sat down and gazed out OF the win
- l. .,y,
wooded hills in the distance, and
made an almost superhuman effort to
control myself. Finally l opened the
letters that had come by the morn
ing's mail and began to read them in
perfunctory way. The second was
from my secretary, and, as l perused
1t, suddenly awoke from my apathy
and read with interest:
1.-TWO letters came this morning
from Mr.. Carney. one postmarked Lon
don and the other Paris. l forward
them, with other papers, under sepa-
rate cover.
"Dr. MacArdel called this afternoon
and was greatly surprised to learn
that you had gone away 30 suddenly
and without sending him word. He
said he wanted to see you on person
al matter, and seemed quite disap-
pointed at missing you.
1.-The Jarvis case has been post
poned to the fall term."
The letter closed with few memo
randa of business matters and by the
time l had finished reading It my mind
was clear to an extent that enabled
mo to see things in q reasonable light
1Rnd to appreciate that the mystery of
the note was as deep II not deeper