When the mother came she always brought a trunk full of fine underclothes, and left the money for a new uniform.

Then, one day, Madame Dubois arrived in widow's weeds, said that her husband was dead, leaving her quite well off, and that she was returning to France." "And Madame Delano's story is that he died on the way to Japan--if it is the same woman--" "Haven't a doubt of it myself.

I did a little cabling before I left last night to a man I know in Paris to find out just when Madame Delano returned with her child to live with her family in Rouen.

He got busy and here is his answer--just fifteen years ago almost to the minute." "Then who was her husband ?" "There you've got me--so far.

He was no 'scientist, who later accepted a high-salaried position.' A decent chap of that sort would have written to his child, paid her board himself, most likely taken it away from the mother--" "But she may have kidnapped it--" "People are too easy traced in this State--especially that sort.