"It can’t fail this time. On Wednesday next we shall hear how beneficial to the health is that most excellent liqueur." *CHAPTER XV* *CARRIES THE MYSTERY FARTHER* On Monday, according to a previous arrangement, both Gerald and Marigold obtained leave of absence for the afternoon from their respective principals, and after lunching together as usual, went on the top of an omnibus to Kew, where they walked for an hour in the celebrated gardens. Then they went to Hammersmith to take tea with Mrs. Felmore. The deaf old woman welcomed them warmly, and they sat together in the kitchen, though Gerald could not talk with Marigold’s aunt. The girl, who could speak with her aunt with ease, put to her several questions concerning Mr. Boyne’s movements, but learned nothing unusual. She feared to tell the old woman of that uncanny disguise which he adopted when he visited that locked room upstairs, or of that weird, but certainly human cry which she had heard above. Personally, Gerald suspected the cry to be the result of her vivid imagination. The theory that somebody was imprisoned in that upstairs room was fantastic, but highly improbable, therefore he had dismissed it. Yet presently the old woman made one remark which struck him as curious. In the course of conversation Mrs. Felmore said: "Poor Mr. Boyne! He does all the good in the world that he can. Only yesterday I found hidden in one of the cupboards in his bedroom a whole lot of tinned stuff—tongues, fruit, jam, biscuits—a host of things that he’s got up there on the quiet. I asked him what he was hoarding them up for, and he said that he was sending a big parcel of groceries to a poor widow he knew at Notting Hill Gate." "Curious to have a store of tinned stuff in his bedroom!" remarked Gerald, at once recollecting the suggestion that somebody might be in hiding upstairs. "Yes, sir," replied the old woman. "But Mr. Boyne is very eccentric sometimes—very eccentric!" "In what way?" he asked eagerly. "Oh! he gets up in the middle of the night and goes up and down stairs—I often see the light under my bedroom door." Marigold and her lover exchanged glances. "I wonder what he does?" asked the girl. "Ah! That I can’t say," was the old housekeeper’s response. "I asked him one day not long ago, and he simply told me he had woke up, and as he couldn’t go to sleep again, he went down to do his accounts." "Well, this store of food shows him to be of a philanthropic turn of mind," remarked Gerald, with a smile. And then, disregarding the fact that Boyne might return at any moment, he succeeded in getting Mrs. Felmore’s permission to slip upstairs and view the collection of preserved foods which was going to the poor widow. Marigold quickly found it stored in the bottom of a cupboard, covered by an old overcoat and some worn-out shirts, which had apparently been flung in at haphazard.