She turned upon him her large gray eyes. There was misery in their depths, but there was a haughtiness, also, which only truth could impart.
"My answer is No!" said she.
And, without another word, she glided from the room.
Next morning, Mr. Byrd found three notes awaiting his perusal. The first was a notification from the coroner to the effect that the Widow Clemmens had quietly breathed her last at midnight. The second, a hurried line from Mr. Ferris, advising him to make use of the day in concluding a certain matter of theirs in the next town; and the third, a letter from Mr. Orcutt, couched in the following terms:
Mr. Byrd: Dear Sir—I have seen the person named between us, and I here state, upon my honor, that she is in possession of no facts which it concerns the authorities to know.
Tremont B. Orcutt.