longer, shut the door, and they heard Mrs. Sampson's shrill voice and subdued cracklings die away in the distance.
"Now then," he said, "now that we have got rid of that woman and her tongue, where are we to begin?"
"The desk," replied Madge, going over to it; "it's the most likely place."
"Don't think so," said Calton, shaking his head. "If, as you say, Fitzgerald is a careless man, he would not have troubled to put it there. However, perhaps we'd better look."
The desk was very untidy ("Just like Brain," as Madge remarked)—full of paid and unpaid bills, old letters, playbills, ball-programmes, and several withered flowers. "Reminiscences of former flirtations," said Calton with a laugh, pointing to these.
"I should not wonder," retorted Miss Frettlby, coolly. "Brian always was in love, with some one or other; but you know what Lytton says—'There are many counterfeits, but only one Eros;' so I can afford to forget these things."
The letter, however, was not to be found in the desk, nor was it in the sitting-room; they tried the bedroom, but with no better result; so Madge was nearly giving up the search in despair, when Calton's eye fell on the waste-paper basket, which, by some unaccountable reason, they had overlooked in their search. The basket was half full, in fact, more than half, and, on looking at it, a sudden thought struck the lawyer. He rang the bell, and presently Mrs. Sampson made her appearance.
"How long has that waste-paper basket been standing like that?" he asked, pointing to it.
"It bein' the only fault I 'ad to find with 'im," said Mrs. Sampson, "'e bein' that untidy that 'e never let me clean it out until 'e told me pussonly. 'E said as 'ow 'e throwed things into it as 'e might 'ave to look up again; an' I 'aven't touched it for more nor six weeks, 'opin' you won't think me a bad 'ousekeeper, it bein' 'is own wish—bein' fond of litter an' sich like."
"Six weeks," repeated Calton, with a look at Madge.
"Ah, and he got the letter four weeks ago. Depend upon it, we shall find it there."
Madge gave a cry, and falling on her knees, emptied the basket out on the floor, and both she and Calton were
