“The old thing. She has raved all night about her child. I only brought her out of the attack with the strongest anti-spasmodics that man dare to use, short of clear cold murder. It’s a terrible risk,” sighed Alberg. When Doctor Hugo Alberg left the Elmleaf, he was under the spell of his lying coadjutor, and richer by a few hundred dollars. “This fellow must never even lift the veil of the Temple,” muttered Vreeland. “Only trust to Justine. Only Justine,” he cried, as he threw himself down to sleep, after ordering the wondering Bagley to send Miss Kelly home on her arrival, and also that dark-eyed enigma, Miss Garland. He needed solitude. “I am ill, and, must have a long sleep. You can take a day off yourself. Clear out for the day and don’t let me hear a single footfall about my rooms,” were the staccato injunctions of the excited schemer. “If that nurse only comes,” he murmured, as he closed his weary eyes. It was eleven o’clock when a light step echoed in Vreeland’s hall, and the swishing sound of Justine Duprez’s robe made the banker leap to his door. The French girl had her will at last. She stood amid the splendors of Vreeland’s veiled Paradise—her lover’s home. She cried out in glee, “Thank God! She is out of the way. I came here from the train. She absolutely forbade me to go with her. I have had the janitor’s boy watching all the trains. This Senator Garston went up the road an hour ago. The smart boy helped us last night in the cloak rooms, and, so, they are off alone together, up there, to-day.” Vreeland’s eyes blazed in a mighty triumph. “To-night, you must help me, Justine,” cried the eager schemer. “See here. I already have stolen what you want,” cried Justine. “You said it was worth a thousand dollars. I copied even every mark on the hidden papers, and, I went over it a dozen times, while the new nurse was with her. Madame was insensible, and, I had time to work in safety. What will you give me, now?” She was not listened too, for with a ferocious joy, Vreeland leaped up, crying, “My God! I have her now. They are all in the hollow of my hand.” He had glanced over the list of names written there, and a row of figures with some characters added, which seemed to glow before him in living flame. He drew the Frenchwoman to his side, and there dashed off a check to his own order and carefully indorsed it. “There’s your money, you jewel,” he gasped. “Listen. To-night, when she comes back, or to-morrow night, if she is again under the nurse’s watch, you must steal that envelope again. I will be waiting outside the Circassia, and stay all of both nights till I get the original paper that you copied. Put a simple sheet of blank paper back in the envelope and close it up. Sew it up again in the same place in her corset. “We will leave that to be stolen by the nurse, Martha Wilmot. She will know what to do with it.