"What do you want to know, Miss Butterworth?" "Whether she has in her keeping some half dozen rings of considerable value." "Oh! she could conceal rings so easily." "She does conceal them; I have no more doubt of it than I have of my standing here; but I must know it before I shall feel ready to call the attention of the police to her." "Yes, we should both know it. Poor girl! poor girl! to be suspected of a crime! How great must have been her temptation!" "_I_ can manage this matter, Miss Althorpe, if you will entrust it to me." "How, Miss Butterworth?" "The girl is ill; let me take care of her." "Really ill?" "Yes, or will be so before morning. There is fever in her veins; she has worried herself ill. Oh, I will be good to her." This in answer to a doubtful look from Miss Althorpe. "This is a difficult problem you have set me," that lady remarked after a moment's thought. "But anything seems better than sending her away, or sending for the police. But do you suppose she will allow you in her room?" "I think so; if her fever increases she will not notice much that goes on about her, and I think it will increase; I have seen enough of sickness to be something of a judge." "And you will search her while she is unconscious?" "Don't look so horrified, Miss Althorpe. I have promised you I will not worry her. She may need assistance in getting to bed. While I am giving it to her I can judge if there is anything concealed upon her person." "Yes, perhaps." "At all events, we shall know more than we do now. Shall I venture, Miss Althorpe?" "I cannot say no," was the hesitating answer; "you seem so very much in earnest." "And I am in earnest. I have reasons for being; consideration for you is one of them." "I do not doubt it. And now will you come down to supper, Miss Butterworth?" "No," I replied. "My duty is here. Only send word to Lena that she is to drive home and take care of my house in my absence. I shall want nothing, so do not worry about me. Join your lover now, dear; and do not bestow another thought upon this self-styled Miss Oliver or what I am about to do in her room." XXIV. A HOUSE OF CARDS. I did not return immediately to my patient. I waited till her supper came up. Then I took the tray, and assured by the face of the girl who brought it that Miss Althorpe had explained my presence in her house sufficiently for me to feel at my ease before her servants, I carried in the dainty repast she had provided and set it down on the table. The poor woman was standing where we had left her; but her whole figure showed languor, and she more than leaned against the bedpost behind her. As I looked up from the tray and met her eyes, she shuddered and seemed to be endeavoring to understand who I was and what I was doing in her room. My premonitions in regard to her were well based. She was in a raging fever, and was already more than half oblivious to her surroundings.