I have received many letters of inquiry as to the sound _resembling a woman's voice_, which occasioned me so many perplexities. Some thought there was no question that he had a second apartment, in which he had made an asylum for a deranged female relative. Others were of opinion that he was, as I once suggested, a "Bluebeard" with patriarchal tendencies, and I have even been censured for introducing so Oriental an element into my record of boarding-house experience. Come in and see me, the Professor, some evening when I have nothing else to do, and ask me to play you _Tartini's Devil's Sonata_ on that extraordinary instrument in my possession, well known to amateurs as one of the master-pieces of _Joseph Guarnerius_. The _vox humana_ of the great Haerlem organ is very lifelike, and the same stop in the organ of the Cambridge chapel might be mistaken in some of its tones for a human voice; but I think you never heard anything come so near the cry of a _prima donna_ as the A string and the E string of this instrument. A single fact will illustrate the resemblance. I was executing some _tours de force_ upon it one evening, when the policeman of our district rang the bell sharply, and asked what was the matter in the house. He had heard a woman's screams,--he was sure of it. I had to make the instrument _sing_ before his eyes before he could be satisfied that he had not heard the cries of a woman. This instrument was bequeathed to me by the Little Gentleman. Whether it had anything to do with the sounds I heard coming from his chamber, you can form your own opinion; I have no other conjecture to offer. It is _not true_ that a second apartment with a secret entrance was found; and the story of the veiled lady is the invention of one of the Reporters. Bridget, the housemaid, always insisted that he died a Catholic. She had seen the crucifix, and believed that he prayed on his knees before it. The last circumstance is very probably true; indeed, there was a spot worn on the carpet just before this cabinet which might be thus accounted for. Why he, whose whole life was a crucifixion, should not love to look on that divine image of blameless suffering, I cannot see; on the contrary, it seems to me the most natural thing in the world that he should. But there are those who want to make private property of everything, and can't make up their minds that people who don't think as they do should claim any interest in that infinite compassion expressed in the central figure of the Christendom which includes us all. The divinity-student expressed a hope before the boarders that he should meet him in heaven.--The question is, whether he'll meet _you_,--said the young fellow John, rather smartly. The divinity-student hadn't thought of _that_.