MRS. ELIZA HARVEY,
with an address on Fifth Avenue.
Passing through to Fifth Avenue Rodney began to scan the numbers on the nearest houses. He judged that Mrs. Harvey must live considerably farther up the Avenue, in the direction of Central Park.
“I will go there at once,” Rodney decided. “No doubt Mrs. Harvey is very much distressed by her loss. I shall carry her good news.”
The house he found to be between Fortieth and Fiftieth Street. Ascending the steps he rang the bell. The door was opened by a man servant.
“Does Mrs. Harvey live here?” asked Rodney.
“What do you want with her, young man?” demanded the servant in a tone of importance.
“That I will tell her.”
“What’s your name?”
“I can give you my name, but she won’t recognize it.”