“_The right murderer will be in your place soon, and you will be out; so collect your strength, my son, and go. I will help you. I have the strength to help you and I will do so._” “I hear someone talking, but I do not see anyone. Did you hear anyone?” “Yes, I did. I heard the voice say, ‘Son, get strength.’ I heard that and more.” “‘You will be out soon’—did you hear that?” “I did.” Once more to “the carpet”—this time with more hope than before, that the truth would come out. On entering I saw that the officer looked pale. He seemed to be very much worried. “Good morning, sir. I have a very mysterious letter here. Can you tell me anything about it? You may read it.” I saw the words, “I am the real murderer of the mysterious woman ghost.” I cried out: “I prayed to God that the real murderer would come and acknowledge that he did the crime, for I knew that I did not, and I know who did.” “The name, sir?” As he wrote it down I could hear a hearty laugh, and so did he. “Do not laugh, sir. You are not proved innocent.” “I beg your pardon. I did not laugh.” “Who did, then?” “I am not able to say.” “Officer, take him back. I feel that I must see if this is a letter written by some crank, or was it written as a real confession. It is a mystery. I must say that I think this man is innocent, and I propose to look into this affair thoroughly at once. If he is innocent, he must be released. If not, he must work. I shall write to the authorities at the place where this letter was posted and have them make an investigation. I am of the opinion that this man is not guilty. As I sit here I know that I am hearing the words: ‘My son is innocent and you must release him from this prison.’ Yet I know that the one whose voice I hear is invisible.” A week passed. There had been no answer from the ones who had been written to in regard to the prisoner. The superintendent grew weary of waiting. He felt that there should have been some reply. He had sent a copy of the anonymous letter of confession. A guard appeared, and said: “You have a very sick man in 78. I have not been able to arouse him, and I have been working over him for some time.” Telling the story afterward, the superintendent said: “I looked at the guard, and at that moment I saw a lady standing beside him. I arose and asked her: ‘What can I do for you, madam?’ “The guard turned to look as she vanished, and said: ‘You are mistaken. I brought no lady here with me.’ “I was so astonished at the remark that I spoke harshly and demanded the guard to tell me who the lady was and how she got in, if he had not admitted her. “He replied: ‘I am not able to say. I did not see anyone. I came directly to you and did not see anyone here, nor did I notice anyone near as I entered this office.’ “‘Well, what is wrong, now?’ “‘I came to tell you that No. 78 is a very sick man.’