He lit the letters one by one, and watched them turn slowly to ashes. Then he placed the other papers in the bottom of his trunk, among his books on poisons, and went to bed.
CHAPTER XXXII. SOMEBODY WAITS IN VAIN.
Mrs. Kennedy was busy at her stand, piling up some fruit, when a woman who was a stranger to her approached.
"Is this Mary Kennedy?" the newcomer asked.
"That's me name," answered the old woman. "But I don't know you, ma'am."
"My name is Mrs. Conroy. I'm a nurse. Mrs. Wardell sent me to you."
"Yes, I know Mrs. Wardell. But what is it you want, ma'am? I don't need a nurse now, though I did some time ago, goodness knows."
"I am not looking for a position," smiled Mrs. Conroy. "I am looking for a young lady named Gertrude Horton."