“I was beginning to think so, when I suddenly noticed a little thing.
“The key of her Saratoga trunk was missing.
“I remembered seeing it in the trunk a few weeks before.
“Why should Lillian take it?
“Instinctively I tried the lid—it was fast—the trunk was locked.
“I left the closet, and was sitting in the library when the breakfast bell rang, and Lillian came in to go down with me.
“She was full of spirits, while I felt as though I were about to attend my own funeral.
“During the progress of the meal I spoke about there being a chance of our soon going out to Chicago to pay a visit, and she seemed to be very quiet over it, unusually so, I believed.
“‘By the way, I miss the key of your trunk—will you let me see if the interior is in good condition?’ I said as steadily as I could, although I felt my face turn red.
“She looked at me as though surprised.