— 29 —The widow did not return to her friend’s bedroom, but left the house with her luggage, including the letters, safely at the bottom of a trunk and the gold and jewels in a bulky hand valise; she had not had time to do more than take a glance at the emeralds in the green leather case but she had seen that a splendid treasure was set in the white velvet lining. Rogers fetched a cab for her, as both the carriages had been out that night, and helped carry her considerable baggage, but Curtis ran up to her in the hall and expressed dismay at her departure. “Surely, ma’am, you won’t leave the poor mistress, now!”
“I thought you would be glad to see me go,” smiled Mrs. Sacret. “You’ve never been very civil, Curtis. You would never do my hair. Never mind, I learned to do it myself. I really
