only the ghost doesn't like me to talk about his business." "Indeed ?" sneered Richard.
"But this is a matter that concerns myself alone ...

Well, it was in Box Five one evening, I found a letter addressed to myself, a sort of note written in red ink.

I needn't read the letter to you sir; I know it by heart, and I shall never forget it if I live to be a hundred!" And Mme.

Giry, drawing herself up, recited the letter with touching eloquence: MADAM: 1825.

Mlle.