Obediently, Kitty curled herself up on the big sofa which stood facing the huge open fireplace. Her unhappy restlessness had deserted her. In its stead a feeling of peace, of renewed courage and unutterable happiness encompassed her, and she was content to sit idly by and watch the two men. As they stood with their backs to the fire, she was struck by their distinguished appearance. Craige, with his iron-grey hair and dark moustache, was the handsomer of the two, but Kitty decided that Rodgers' more rugged features, offset by the deep dimple, almost a cleft in his chin, indicated the more determined character. His dark hair was inclined to curl, in spite of every effort on his part to keep it straight, and Kitty liked its wavy appearance better than the severe style which Craige preferred. As Craige held a match to Rodgers' cigar she was surprised by their similarity in height. Had any one asked her she would have said that Rodgers was the heavier and the taller by a quarter of an inch. "This afternoon," Rodgers had waited to commence his explanation of their call until his cigar was drawing nicely. "Kitty overheard an unknown woman bribe Oscar to steal some papers which had belonged to her aunt, Miss Susan Baird." "That is interesting," Craige pulled his mustache thoughtfully. "You say the woman was unknown. Describe her appearance, Kitty." "I can't, for I did not see her," she explained. "The woman had gone when I looked into the garden, and Oscar with her." "Then you haven't questioned Oscar?" "Oscar," Kitty spoke more slowly, "according to Mandy, Oscar was on the train to Front Royal this afternoon, but I can swear that it was Oscar I heard; also the woman called him by name." "Then it must have been Oscar," Craige commented dryly. "And Mandy lied to you." "What could have been her object?" asked Kitty. "She must realize that we can trace Oscar's whereabouts." "That is already being done by the police," Rodgers put in quickly. "I called up Inspector Mitchell from your house, Kitty, while you were upstairs getting your wraps, and told him that Oscar had disappeared. He promised to try and locate the old man at once." "Good!" Craige's tone spoke his satisfaction. "Now, as to the woman, did her voice give you no clue to her identity, Kitty?" "No, I could not place it--" Kitty hesitated. "But I am convinced that I have heard her voice before." "Very likely," agreed Craige. "It must have been some one who knew your aunt, and therefore is probably acquainted with you, also. Now, what papers could she have wanted?" "That is the question which has brought us to see you," Kitty explained. "Yesterday I gave you the contents of Aunt Susan's desk--"