James was the best of husbands." "James!" "Jim." He had heard the name Jim as he boarded the dummy, uttered in extremely familiar accents; by Bisbee, of course.

Yes, and something else.

"We all felt bad when he croaked." His feverishly alert memory darted to another pigeon hole and exhumed another treasure.

Some ten or twelve months ago he had been obliged to go to a northern county on business that involved buying up smaller concerns, and would keep him away for a fortnight or more.

He had taken Helene, and as they were motoring through one of the old towns she had leaned forward with a little gasp exclaiming: "How exactly like! If I didn't know that I had never been in California before except merely to be born here I could vow that is where I lived with the dear nuns." He had asked idly: "Where was your convent ?" and she had shaken her head.
"Maman says I never was in a convent, that I dreamed it." She had lifted to Ruyler a puzzled face.