When they reached the city, they drove directly to the boarding-house where they were accustomed to stop. As strange fate would have it, it was the very boarding-house beneath whose roof Jessie Bain and Margaret had found shelter when Jessie had come to New York in search of work. The landlady was very glad to welcome back Miss Rosamond Lee and her maid. "You came back quite unexpectedly, Miss Lee," said the landlady. "We can get your room ready, however, without delay. There is a young girl in the little hall bedroom that your maid has always had. Still, as she doesn't pay anything, she can be moved. By the way, I want you to take notice of her when you see her. She's as pretty as a picture but she's not quite right in her head. "She was brought here by a young girl who took pity on her, and while the young girl was off securing work, she suddenly became so unmanageable that we thought the best thing to do was to send her to an asylum. But on her way there she made her escape from the vehicle. The driver never missed her until he had reached his destination. "Search was made for her, and for many weeks we attempted to trace her, but it was all of no avail. Only last night, by the merest chance, we came face to face with her at a flower-stand, where they had taken her for her pretty face, to make sales for them. I brought her home at once, for there had been a good reward offered to any one who would find her. "Here another difficulty presented itself. "The young girl who caused the reward to be offered is now missing--at least, I can not find her." "Why don't you insert a 'personal' in the paper?" drawled Rosamond Lee. "That would be a capital idea. Gracious! I wonder that I did not think of it before," said the landlady. "But, dear me! I'm not a good hand at composing anything of that kind for the paper." "I'll write it out for you, if you like," said Rosamond, indolently. The landlady took her at her word. "The name of the young girl whom I wish to find is Jessie Bain," she began. A great cry broke from Rosamond Lee's lips, and her face grew ashen. "Did I hear you say Jessie Bain?" she asked. "Yes; that was the name," returned the landlady, wonderingly. "Do you know her?" "Yes-- I don't know. Describe her. It must be one and the same person," she added under her breath. "I shouldn't be at all surprised," continued the woman, "for she went to Albany, the very place you have just come from." "It's the same one," cried Rosamond Lee. "Tell me the story of this demented girl over again in all its details. I was not paying attention before. I did not half listen to all you said." The landlady went over the story a second time for Rosamond's benefit. Miss Lee meanwhile paced the room excitedly up and down.