(Mrs. O. F. HOFFMAN)

Contents
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I.HOW IT BEGAN[9]
II.GOOD-BYES[22]
III.MRS. CRANE’S STORY[31]
IV.WHAT MARY ELINOR TOLD ME[47]
V.NEW YORK AND MY NEW HOME[59]
VI.THE SECOND BRACELET[73]
VII.REAL EXCITEMENT[85]
VIII.AGAIN AWAKE[99]
IX.A STRANGE HAPPENING[106]
X.WHAT MR. KEMPWOOD TOLD ME[119]
XI.STRANGE NOISES ARE HEARD[131]
XII.WHAT HAPPENED[152]
XIII.BLUE MONDAY[164]
XIV.EVELYN BLAMES ME[180]
XV.WHAT OCCURRED[188]
XVI.ALL SORTS OF BRUISES[198]
XVII.WHO CAUGHT THE MOUSE-TRAP?[215]
XVIII.HEART AFFAIRS[224]
XIX.TWO SURPRISES[238]
XX.CHRISTMAS FUN[255]
XXI.S. K. FORCES MY CONFIDENCE[265]
XXII.DETECTIVE WORK[278]
XXIII.WAITING FOR THE HUMAN MOUSE[291]
XXIV.WHAT MADE THE CHASE[304]

Chapter I--How it Began

I think it is strange how the scenes surrounding big events stay in your memory. And sometimes with years they become more clear than the happening which impressed them. I know this, because I remember a big four-posted bed, and a lot of people around it--crying. And then I remember someone lifting me up to kiss the woman who was on the bed, but I do not remember how she looked, and she was my mother. She died at that time, and now I only recall the crying people and the big four-posted bed, and thinking it funny that a bed should wear petticoats. It had a valance on it, you see, and I evidently had not noticed it before.

Just in that same way I remember coming to live with Uncle Frank Randolph, who is my mother’s brother. And all I remember about that is whiskers (they were miles long, I was sure!) and the fact that it was raining. And now--somehow--when I think of home and saying good-bye to it, all I can see is swirling yellow leaves and the dust and peanut shells and bags that were flying in the wind around the station.

But I must start this story properly. It really all began the day I rode a bicycle down the Court-house steps on a bet. At that time I saw nothing wrong in doing this, and to be frank I was quite proud that I could do it, for there are fifteen of those steps, and they’re quite steep. After I did it I went over to the drug store with Willy Jepson and had a soda, and then we rode down to the ball field, and I pitched nine innings for the Red Socks, after which I thought I’d go home. I usually went home, when I had a funny hollow feel under my belt. And Uncle Frank didn’t mind my not being on time for meals, so it didn’t matter. But when I got in that night I knew something had happened.

In the first place, Uncle Frank wasn’t reading any of his bug books (Uncle Frank is very famous for his bug knowledge, as you probably know--some people even calling him the “Second Fabre”), nor did he have on two pairs of glasses. In fact, he was acting entirely unnatural and quite as people of his age do when they are preparing to be disagreeable.

“Ho hum! Where have you been?” he asked, as I sat down at the table.