To this proposition Everman readily assented, and after a short time spent in friendly conversation, Mr.Black returned to his shop, and the detective wended his way to the locksmith's house.
Arriving at the place designated, he found a pretty little cottage, overgrown with climbing vines, while a garden of bright blooming flowers rendered the front of the house an attractive spot.

Ascending the stoop, he rang the bell, and in a few moments a pleasant-faced lady appeared at the door.

Inquiring if Mrs.Edwards was within, and being informed in the affirmative, he was invited to enter the cool and cosy parlor and await her appearance.
After a short delay Mrs.Edwards entered the room, and the heart of the detective was at once touched at the sad and sorrowful expression which she wore.

She was young, scarcely more than twenty, and a handsome brunette.

Her dark hair was brushed in wavy ringlets back from a broad, intellectual brow, and the dark eyes were dewy, as if with recent tears.
Her cheeks were pale, and there were heavy shadows under the eyes, which told of sorrow and a heart ill at ease.