I had a feeling that if that woman took such pains to bury herself up there in the wilderness it wasn't my business to speak of it.

But it's long ago now--most everything that an old chap like me knows is!" Thatcher rose and crossed to the stove and took the book.

He turned it over and scrutinized it carefully, scanned the blank pages and the silk-faced lids in the glow from the stove, and then handed it to Allen.
"What does that say there, that small gold print on the inside of the cover ?" "That's the binder's name--Z.

Fenelsa." Allen closed the book, passed his hand over the smooth covers, and handed it back to Ware.
"What did you say the woman's name was, Ware ?" asked Thatcher.
"Didn't say, but the name she went by up there was Forbes.

She told me it was an assumed name.