CHAPTER CVII.
MRS. OAKLEY DISSEMBLES.
With trembling steps, Mrs. Oakley followed Lupin, the murderer, into his own room. Of course she was resolved to see nothing, and to make no remark that could in any way direct the attention of Lupin more closely to her, and, oh, how she panted for some opportunity of rushing into the street and crying aloud to the passers by, that the pious hypocrite was a murderer. But as yet she felt that her life depended upon the manner in which she played her part.
“Truly, sister Oakley,” said Lupin, “I hope you passed a quiet and peaceful night. Amen!”
“Very,” replied Mrs. Oakley.
“Ah, I wish I could say as much, sister Oakley.”
“And can you not?”
“Alas! no, I had some dreams—some very bad dreams; but Satan always will be doing something, you know, sister
