The two men shook hands, and Mr. Kenyon left the asylum a free man.
"So far, well," he said, when he was in the open air. "At last—at last, I am rich! And I mean to enjoy my wealth!"
Mrs. Kenyon remained in the seat assigned her for two or three minutes. Then she began to wonder why her husband and the doctor did not return.
"It's strange they leave me here so long," she said to herself.
Then she rose and went to the door.
She tried to open it, but it resisted her efforts.
"What does this mean?" she asked herself, bewildered.
She turned, and was startled by seeing a tallwoman, in a long calico robe, in the act of emerging from the curtained bed. The woman had long hair, which, unconfined, descended over her shoulders. Her features wore a strange look, which startled and alarmed Mrs. Kenyon.
"How did you get into my room?" asked the woman sharply.
"Is this your room?" asked Mrs. Kenyon, unable to remove her eyes from the strange apparition.