"My name's Shultze, Mrs. Gertrude Shultze, though all my friends call me 'Trudie'," she said, in what she evidently considered a society manner. "I keep a very classy boarding house for ladies and gentlemen at 111 West Forty ---- Street. Well, that's me. Now, about the first of June, a young lady comes to my house, a very beautiful young lady, I think you'll agree, Mr. Morris. She's very quiet, respectable, and ladylike"--Donald shuddered--"keeps herself to herself, and at first she paid right along, as a real lady should. I thought, from the start-off, that her manner was a bit strange, but I didn't really begin to notice nothing till just a week or so ago. I hadn't seen much of her, to tell you the truth, Mr. Morris, for the simple reason that she paid to have her meals sent up until a short time ago, and after that, she only took the room, and had her meals out, I suppose, though I never seen her go out that I can remember, but, of course, I'm that busy what with all the gentlemen taking up my time and that----" Donald was frowning heavily. His interruption was rather brusque: "What name did this young lady give when she came to your house, Mrs.--Mrs. Shultze?" "Oh, didn't I tell you? She gave the name of Curwood." Donald caught his breath. "Curwood?" he asked, sharply, and, remembering the name Clancy had discovered at Hobart Falls, he repeated it again--"Curwood." "Of course I'm aware now that it wasn't her real name," the woman went on, knowingly. "As soon as I seen her photo in the paper, it set me thinking. I couldn't get it out of me head, and the more I thought, the surer I was. But this child don't go off half-cocked, believe me! So, thinks I to myself, I know a place where they sells pictures of actors and actresses, and I slipped over to Broadway this very afternoon, and I buys three of Mary Blake, all different views. I studies 'em, you may be sure, and when I goes up to see if she can come across with the bit of money she's owing me, I give her the once-over--and there ain't no doubt left in my mind. There couldn't be. It's Miss Mary Blake, all right, all right"--confidently. "You can put all your money on that horse, Mr. Morris." Donald Morris shut his teeth together. He could not bear to think what this month had been to Mary, shut up in the sort of house this woman would have. Why had she hidden there? What reason could there have been? As to her identity, he had no doubt. The woman, Shultze, was sharp and keen enough--and there was the name--Curwood. It was an unusual name, and Clancy was sure that his information was correct. No. There could be no doubt. It was horrible to his sensitive nature to be obliged to make use of this woman, but he saw no other way. Something she had said---- "I think you told me you noticed something strange in the lady's manner, Mrs. Shultze." His voice was abrupt though he strove to speak in his usual tone. "Just what did you mean by that?"