A woman in whom we're greatly interested has just entered your town under the name of Elvira Brown." _"Elvira Brown!"_ Mr.Gryce was startled at the tone in which this was repeated, even making due allowance for the medium through which it came.
"Yes.

What's there strange about that ?" "Only this: That's the name of a woman who has lived in these mountains for forty years, and who died here three days ago.

To-day we're going to bury her." This _was_ a blow to the detective's expectations.

What awful mistake had he made?
Or had it been made by the man detailed to steal the name from the package--or by the woman in the shop, or by all these combined?
He could not stop to ask; but he caught at the first loose end which presented itself.
"Well, it isn't she we're after, that's certain.

The one we want is middle-aged, and plain in looks and dress.