My husband soon after left the room, and I saw him glance back, as if he had something more that he wished to say to me. I followed in a few seconds, and when we were alone he said—
“Maimie gave me this.”
“What, Robert?”
“A note for you. She slipped it into my pocket, when she was saying good-bye, and whispered, 'Not a word to anybody else.’ So here it is.”
[CHAPTER XXVI.]
A TELEGRAM.
A SMALL three-cornered note lay on my hand, and outside it was written—
“For Aunt Marion. PRIVATE.”
My husband sat down, and I read it, first a few words to myself, then aloud all through to Robert.
“DEAR Aunt MARION,—I am so sure somebody