“It’s the cap’n’s doin’s,” he explained. “He told Nabby to pack up Esther’s things and have me fetch ’em down to you. ‘What’ll I tell her to do with ’em?’ says I. He just glowered at me and walked away. ‘She can do what she wants to with ’em,’ he growled, over his shoulder. ‘I don’t want to know what she does. Don’t you mention ’em to me again.’ So that’s what I know about it, and it ain’t much. Say,” he added, “there was a whole lot more things of hers around. Not clothes, you know, but--oh, well, photograph pictures and knickknacks and doodads, all sorts of junk she’s picked up around, when he and she was off cruisin’ and travelin’ and the like of that. He made Nabby pick up every one of them things and stow ’em away out of sight. Seem’s if he couldn’t bear to have anything that belonged to her ’round where he was liable to lay eyes on it. There was only one item he left off the bill of ladin’ and that was kind of queer, too--queer he should leave that out, I mean. There was a big photograph of her on the settin’-room mantel-piece. You’ve seen it; you know the one ’twas. Naturally Nabby cal’lated that would be the first thing he’d be for gettin’ out of sight. Well, ’tis out of sight, so far as that goes, but where he’s put it we don’t know. ’Tain’t in this trunk and it ain’t with the stuff Nabby’s hid up attic. What do you suppose he’s ever done with that photograph, Reliance?” Reliance sent the trunk to Esther at her Boston address, hoping it would reach her before the date of sailing. Whether it did or not she had not yet heard. She made it a point to see Mrs. Gifford occasionally and from her learned what was taking place at the mansion.