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near 4 o'clock as possible.' There was no address nor signatare.
,"That night I could scarcely close my eyes and time passed
terribly slow. The next afternoon I was again away ahead of
time and walked up and down the boulevard until I almost
knew every brick in it. Finally I saw her carriage drive up
at the foot of Tremont and she got out and came toward me.
I walked forward to meet her, but when she drew near I was
completely taken off my feet, for instead of looking at me she
looked past me and sailed by as coldly as an iceberg, without
ever, apparently, knowing I was on the face of the earth. She
cut me dead. I felt like a fool and, turning to see what could
have caused her to act that way, I found the explanation, and
it made my blood run cold, too, for not fifty feet behind me
was her husband, who had been following me." Here Smith
began to swear that now he knew he was right and could call
the lady's name.
Le Mott looked at him reproachfully and he went on with
his story.
"The lady advanced to meet her husband, but instead of the
scene I expected to see they met in the most friendly way, stood
chatting for a few moments and then she turned and together
they walked to where the carriage was standing. When they
got there he got in and, smiling at her, drove away to town.
She waited until he was a few blocks away and then she came
toward me, smiling and holding out both hands in the most
friendly way. I admit I was mystified and could make neither
heads nor tails of the whole thing, but having gone that far, I
made up my mind to see the whole thing through.
"She led me up the boulevard for two or three blocks and
then turned down a side street. I am not going to say where
we went, but she led me to an elegant residence and taking a
key from her satchel she unlocked the door and invited me in."
Here we had almost to hold Smith to keep him from whispering
to Le Mott the location of that house. He knew it exactly
and eould, with Le Mott's permission, lead the crowd there in
a few minutes.
"The house seemed absolutely vacant," continued Le Mott.
"We passed through a hall and entered an elegantly furnished
bedroom. Here for the first time her courage seemed to desert
her and she realized what she was doing. She wanted me to
leave the room and house at once. She seemed so scared and
anxious that she began to get me rattled, but I had no idea of
giving up after having gone that far. I begged her to calm
herself and tell me what she wanted me to do for her. Instead
of getting quieter she began to weep and cry out against her-'

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