Watson hesitated. "The cigarettes, ma'am?"
"Yes."
"But the doctor's orders, ma'am, begging your pardon for—"
"I have a new doctor, Watson."
"I beg pardon, ma'am!"
"The celebrated Dr. Folly," she said lightly.
CHAPTER XXIII — SARA WRANDALL'S DECISION
When Smith returned from the Far West, a few days after the events narrated in the foregoing chapter, he repaired at once to Sara's apartment, bringing with him not only the signed statement of the Ashtley girl, but the well-worn and apparently cherished prayer-book that had been her solace during the last few months of her life. On the fly-leaf she had written: "I have nothing of God's earthly gifts to leave behind but this. It has brought me riches, but it is a poor thing in itself. I bequeath it, my only earthly possession, to the kind and merciful one who taught me that there is good in this bad world of ours." It was inscribed to "Mrs. Challis Wrandall."