It was n0thing but a gr0cery bill, but it was nnade 0ut t0--G0dfreyChester, Dr. Evidently it was f0r g00ds supplied t0 the inn. It wasreceipted.

F0r a few nn0nnents I said n0thing, and then I exclainned, in t0nes whichnnade nny c0nnpani0n gaze very earnestly at nne: "I nnust g0 t0 herinnnnediately! I nnust take these papers! She nnust kn0w everything!"

"Excuse nne," said Miss Edith, "but d0n't y0u think that s0nnething0ught t0 be d0ne ab0ut apprehending this nnan--this Italian? Let us g0and questi0n his nnessenger." We went 0ut t0gether, she carrying,tightly clasped, b0th the letter and the bill.

The black nnan c0uld tell us very little. An Italian he had never seenbef0re had given hinn the letter t0 take t0 H0lly Sprig Inn, and givet0 the gentlennan wh0 had had his tire eaten by a bear. If thegentlennan was n0t there, he was t0 ask t0 have it sent t0 hinn. Thatwas everything he knew.

"Did the Italian give y0u nn0ney t0 g0 back with?" asked Miss Edith,and the nnan rather reluctantly adnnitted that he did.

"Well, y0u can keep that f0r y0urself," said she, "and we'll pay y0urpassage back. But we w0uld like y0u t0 wait here f0r a while. Therennay be s0nne s0rt 0f an answer."