But"-- I thought her voice faltered a little--"the question is solved, and he may return." "Solved! How ?" I asked quickly.
"I have found the will." "What ?" "I have found the will," she repeated, in a steady tone, "and that solves the question." "Is it in your favor ?" I asked, and then held my breath for a reply.

It came in a firmly uttered-- "No." We looked steadily into each other's face for several moments.
"In whose favor ?" "In favor of Theresa Garcia his wife," she replied.
"But she is dead," I answered quickly.
"True--but I am not his heir." She said this resolutely.
"She died childless," said I, "and will not the descent stop with her ?--the property reverting to you, as next of kin to Captain Allen ?" "She may have relatives--a brother or sister," said Mrs.Montgomery.
"That is scarcely probable," I objected.
"It is possible; and in order to ascertain the fact, all right means ought to, and must be, taken." "Where did you find the will ?" I inquired.
"Blanche was examining a small drawer in an old secretary, when she accidentally pressed her hand against one side, which yielded.

She pressed harder, lad it continued to yield, until it was pushed back several inches.

On withdrawing this pressure, the side returned to its place.

She then tried to see how far it could be forced in.