Her grandfather was sleeping.

Like a child, he fell asleep the moment his head fell upon the pillow.
"Iris," he said, "this is no delusion of your grandfather's.

The parcel has been robbed." "How do you know, Arnold ?" "The stupid fellow who stole and opened the packet no doubt thought he was wonderfully clever to fill it up again with paper.

But he forgot that the packet has been lying for eighteen years in the safe, and that this note-paper was made the day before yesterday." "How do you know that ?" "You can tell by the look and feel of the paper; they did not make paper like this twenty years ago; besides, look at the water-mark;" he held it to the light, and Iris read the mystic words.

"That is the fashion of to-day.