In her pocket was a crumpled bit of paper—a leaf torn from that very address book which now seemed to be plain evidence against Ralph Endicott. He had torn it out in anger and thrown it at Conny Degger—the page on which was written Cora Devine’s address. The very thought of that girl stabbed Lorna to the heart! For, deny it as she would, Lorna was jealous. She was enraged that a girl of that character could attract, even for a little while, a man who had been _her_ friend. With all his faults, Lorna had always considered Ralph manly and decent. That he should have found entertainment—even for a brief time—with a girl of such character! It did not enter into Lorna’s consideration that the only testimony she had as to Cora Devine’s character came through Conny Degger. And at the present moment she would not have taken Degger’s word as final on any subject. What she thought she knew, however, had festered in Lorna’s mind until it discharged nothing but evil suspicion against Ralph. Shrewd Conny Degger had said just enough to turn Lorna’s milk of human kindness acid. At least as far as Ralph was concerned. She finally climbed the stairs to Miss Heppy’s whitewashed cell. The old woman had fallen asleep at last. She sobbed now and then into her pillow, like a heart-broken child. "Poor Miss Heppy!" the girl murmured. "The loss of that money spells tragedy for her. It is almost the greatest blow that could have befallen her." But she was not exactly thinking of Miss Heppy’s trouble—not in particular. She sat down at the little table on which stood the shaded lamp. There was a bottle of ink on the table with a penholder and a rusty pen in it. There was a cheap box with "Elite Writing Paper" ornately printed on it. She took out a sheet of paper and an envelope. Very slowly, and with much thought between phrases, Lorna wrote a letter and addressed it to "Miss Cora Devine, 27 Canstony Street, Charlestown, Mass." Afterward, Miss Heppy having fallen deeper into sleep, Lorna turned down the wick of the lamp and crept out of the room. There was nobody in the kitchen when she descended the stairs, Tobias having joined Zeke Bassett in the lamp room. Lorna slipped into her jacket and wound a veil about her head. Outside the boom of the surf and shrieking of the wind frightened her. A fierce storm was gathering. If Ralph was out in a small boat in this hurricane—— She fought her way across the sands and climbed the bluff. There was a light in Jackson’s room over the garage. It was not yet ten o’clock, and a mail train went through Clinkerport just before eleven. She called to the chauffeur. He came down immediately and was only too willing to do her errand. The letter was to be stamped for special delivery and was to be mailed on the train. CHAPTER XXIII MORE THAN WEATHER INDICATIONS