She had no hesitation whatever in looking through her bureau drawers; indeed, she considered it a duty which she owed herself and the character of her house.

She had taken away the keys on purpose, and had told miss Farrel, without the slightest compunction, that they were lost.

The trunks were locked, and she had never been able to possess herself of the keys, but she felt sure that they contained, if not entire skeletons, at least scattered bones.
She discovered once, quite in open evidence on Miss Farrel's wash-stand, a little porcelain box of pink-tinted salve, and she did not hesitate about telling Hannah, her chambermaid, the daughter of a farmer in the vicinity, and a girl who was quite in her confidence.
She called Hannah into the room and displayed the box.

"This is what she uses," she said, solemnly.
Hannah, who was young, but had a thick, colorless skin, nodded with an inscrutable expression.
"I have always thought she used something on her face," said Miss Hart.

"You can't cheat _me_." Hannah took up a little, ivory-backed nail-polisher which was also on the wash-stand.