"It was your daughter's maid gave you this, Mrs. Lawrence?" I asked.
"Yes," she answered, turning toward me with a start which told me that she had again sunk into reverie. "She said she had just found it on Marcia's dresser."
"It's strange," I said, "that it wasn't found before this. You were in your daughter's room, I suppose, after she disappeared?"
"Yes; several times."
"And you didn't see this note?"
"No; I did not notice it."
"Is the maid an old servant?"
"Yes," she said; "Lucy has been in the family for many years."
"And you've always found her perfectly trustworthy?"
"I have no cause of complaint against her," she answered, and though her voice showed no sign of emotion, I saw a sudden trembling seize her and shake her convulsively for a moment. Was it fear? Was it anger? Was it——?