M RS. KENYON'S depression and apparent submission to her fate had relaxed the vigilance of her keepers. Still, it is doubtful if she would have escaped but for the help of her insane room-mate.
Late one evening Cleopatra, with a cunning expression, showed her a key.
"Do you know what this is?" she asked.
"It is a key."
"It is the key of this door."
"How did you get it?"
Upon this point the queen would give no information. But she lowered her voice and whispered:
"Mark Antony is waiting for me outside. He is going to carry me away."
It was useless to question her delusion, and Mrs. Kenyon contented herself with asking:
"Do you mean to leave this house?"