New Britain herald., 1918-02-05
Who is the Person Tha3 Was Spyin
 at NEadge'S Door!

 Cousi,, Agatha! Hers was the name which flashed into my frightened brain when 1 heard the slight scratch 1 ine noise outside my door. I didn't even consider the possibility that the 1 noise that had so startled me might have been made by @ mouse. was as sure that my mother-n-law' cousin had been spying upon mo through the keyhole, as if l had actually seen her in the act.
 How much had she seen? I tried to remember whether or not my back had been toward her when I was testing the possibilities of the old Chinese vase as a safe hiding place for the important secret paper my father had sent to Lillian. I must know at once.
 Mentally anathematizing the care- esSness which had led me from force of habit to withdraw the key from the keyhole when I had locked my door, l snatched the key from the dresser, unlocked the door softly, ran across the hall to the door of my mother-in-law's room. and opened it abruptly without any preliminary knock, formality I had never be- fore omitted in entering the- room of my husbands autocratic old mother.
 The scene which met my eyes made me withdraw quickly, ashamed of my CWn suspicious. Mother Graham was asleep in her bed her aristocratic old face in it's frame of snowy hair gleam- ing like a, cameo from her dainty pill lows. And on a, couch drawn near the fire Cousin Agatha, with her old face drawn and worn from her ardu- ous nursing of her kinswoman, was 1r-~ ,e1O 1Elo ing came to me as I stood tensely quiet just inside the door watching her. It was louder and more hurried that Mother Graham's quiet respira- tions, but still the regular even breathing of a, person sound asleep.
 I tiptOed out of the room and back to my own, thoroughly nonplussCd, wondering if, after all, there might not have been a mouse at my door But With my hand upon the knob of my own door I stopped convulsiyely and stared at something lying on the polished floor at my feet.
 It was a cheap, tawdrily jeweNed barrette, one which l had seen re- peatedly-the while shuddering at her taste-in Katie's hair. It was so near the door that I wondered I hadn't stepped upon it in my inn pGIuOuS luSll lO lily IlOtIl6I-II-ldW 5 room.
 'T So Glad"
 I picked it up despondently. l had had reason to reprOve Katie'S curiOs- ity before, but the fact that she had considered there was anything for her to be curious about just now alarmed me. Katie was loyal to me, but she was the soul of indiscretion. It was highly necessary that I know just how much she knew or suspected of my secret service activities.
 I locked my door again, this time from the outside, and putting both key and Katie's barrette in my pocket went downstairs. I wanted to meet Dicly at the door to welcome him home and I bad just time for a peep into the kitchen before he should arrive.
 Katie, her sleeves rolled to the el- bows, was busily engaged in moulding out pan of biscuits. From my knowledge of her culinary habits she must have been engaged in the work she was doing for at least five minutes. I held out the barrette to her.
 cYou must have dropped this, Katie," I said, looking steadily at her. ''I found it just now outside my door,