"I arranged everything for her with Arthur Quinn, contracts and all. We even managed to have her photographed so that the photographer didn't suspect. That was rather ticklish business, for the camera sometimes sees what the eye doesn't. But we took care of the lighting, and the results were perfectly satisfactory. "In the meantime, I found the apartment in Waverly Place, and we furnished it together." "And had special lighting installed," put in Peter, eagerly. "Ah, you noticed that, did you, Mr. Clancy?" The old, young eyes flashed him a quick look. "Yes. You see, she had to make up for 'Mary Blake' at home, and we were taking no chances with the gas, which was already there. Anne was staying at my hotel, as my companion, so all that was easily accomplished.... Then, when she began making money, we had to get banking accommodations for her. Arthur Quinn managed that. He took her to the Scoville Bank, where he had an account, and introduced her." "Twice?" asked Peter, quickly. "Yes," replied Mrs. Rutherford, giving him a keen glance. "He waited for a cloudy day, when there would be artificial light in the bank, and then he took 'Mary Blake,' and helped her open an account. That was just in case of emergency. We'd planned that Anne should be the one who would make deposits, as a general thing, and draw out money." "So you made the account subject, under all conditions, to the order of either of the sisters," said Peter, eagerly. "I found that out almost the first thing; and it did give me a fearful jolt, let me tell you." He did not think it necessary to explain why, and went on at once--"I saw the signature card at that time, and there was something about the appearance of the two names which struck me as being peculiar. Miss Mary's writing was large and--fluent--sort of--while Miss Anne's was small, and slanted the wrong way. At the first glance they didn't look a bit alike, but----Well, I didn't think so much about it at the time, but later I happened to see a letter written by Anne Curwood to an old friend of hers named Walter Lord, up in Hobart Falls. I--I made an opportunity to examine it carefully, and I found that, while it was signed 'Anne,' the writing was, unmistakably, Mary's.... Then I began to sit up and take notice.... "Here were twin sisters, who, in childhood--I had seen photographs of both--looked almost exactly alike--save for one thing.... I learned, from this Walter Lord, that both children had exceptional dramatic talent; but also, to my surprise, that Anne was much the cleverer of the two.... I knew that Rosamond had disappeared when the girls were about eighteen years old, and had never been heard of since, but that Anne had gone away, later, with a Mrs. Rutherford. That's how I first got hold of your name, Mrs. Rutherford." All were following Peter's recital with breathless interest. Kate Rutherford nodded at the mention of her name, and Peter continued: