Having written the document, I had it mailed from Jenkintown, through the assistance of friend Rivers.
At Jenkintown all was going smoothly. De Forest was more loving than ever, and Madam Imbert found it almost impossible to have a private conversation with Mrs. Maroney, as she seemed always with him. When De Forest came to Philadelphia I had it suggested to him that it would be advisable to get Mrs. Maroney to walk or drive out with him in the evening. He immediately acted on the suggestion, and before long could be found almost every evening with her.
Mrs. Maroney did not again allude to her valuables, and evidently felt perfectly easy in regard to them, considering that she had them safely secreted. One day, while Mrs. Maroney was in the cellar, Madam Imbert called. Mrs. Cox met her and said:
"Sister is in the cellar; I will call her up."
"Never mind," remarked the Madam, "I'll just run down to her," and stepped towards the cellar door.
Mrs. Cox quickly interposed and said:
"Oh! no; I will call her!"
This little incident showed Madam Imbert that something was going on which they did not want her to know.
Mrs. Maroney soon came up, said she was delighted to see her, and did not look at all confused.
Rivers, Cox, Horton and Barclay had formed themselves into a quartette club and were nearly always together.