She had hardly spoken when the door bell rang.
"It is some neighbor come to make a call," she thought. "I am glad of it, for I am not in the mood for work."
She rose and opened the door. She started back in surprise when in her visitors she recognized Uncle Jacob, and leaning upon his arm the husband of whom she had just been thinking.
"May we come in?" asked Uncle Jacob, cheerily.
"Surely, but—has anything happened?"
"Only this; that your husband is sick and has come here to be nursed back to health by my advice."
"I think so. The fact is, Bert has made an important discovery, and is likely to make more. We are in a fair way to prove your husband's innocence, and put the guilt where it belongs."
"And where does it belong?"
"The man who stole the bonds, we have every reason to believe, is Albert Marlowe."