CHAPTER III.
Towards the middle of the morning I was sitting in my office, awaiting the coming of a prominent New York detective, with whom I had an appointment, when my clerk entered to inform me that a lady was in the outer office, and desired to see me if I could spare her a few minutes.
"Who is she ?" I inquired.

"Find out that, and also her business." "Her name is Kitwater," the man replied, when he returned after a moment's absence, "but she declines to state her business to any one but yourself, sir." "Kitwater ?" I said.

"Then she is a relation, I suppose, of the blind man who was here yesterday.

What on earth can she have to say to me?
Well, Lawson won't be here for another ten minutes, so you may as well show her in." Then to myself I added--"This is a development of the case which I did not expect.

I wonder who she is,--wife, sister, daughter, or what, of the blind man ?" I was not to be left long in doubt, for presently the door opened and the young lady herself entered the room.