She opened the door herself, a middle-aged, graceful woman, and it gave me joy to see how tenderly her arm stole round the other's waist and how motherly was the voice in which she greeted her.

She was clearly no mere paid dependant, but an honored friend.

I was introduced, and Mrs.Forrester earnestly begged me to step in and tell her our adventures.

I explained, however, the importance of my errand, and promised faithfully to call and report any progress which we might make with the case.

As we drove away I stole a glance back, and I still seem to see that little group on the step, the two graceful, clinging figures, the half-opened door, the hall light shining through stained glass, the barometer, and the bright stair-rods.