She smiled in quiet satisfaction.
"I'm glad. Mr. Miller has been good and patient; it would have been a shame to disappoint him. If you will only keep from being too anxious you'll get anything you want."
"That's what 'Mitchell' said."
Mrs. Miller patted her hands. "You must be very tired, poor thing?"
"I do feel weak, but that will soon pass away. What time is it?"
Miller looked at his watch. "Great Scott! It's after one o'clock."
"Absorbing business, isn't it?" said I.
Mrs. Miller invited Mrs. Smiley to stay the remainder of the night and took her away to bed, leaving us to measure and weigh and surmise. It seemed absurd—like a dream; and yet there lay the visible, tangible proofs of the marvel.
"Everything took place within her reach, provided she could have freed her hands," Miller repeated, as he sat in her chair and studied the books on the table.