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several things not where she had left them.
She had asked Joe, and he replied he did go
into the kitchen, but would not say what for.

I did not like to talk to Joe that day, so
decided to wait till after the dinner, and I
would then insist on the mystery being cleared
up. I knew Joe would tell the truth; my
trust was unshaken, although circumstances
seemed against him.

That night Mrs. Wilson came to my door,
and said she was sure Joe was at his night-
work again, for she could see from her bedroom
window a light reflected on the stable wall,
which must be in his room.

“How can we find out,” I said, “what he
is doing?”

“That is easily done,” said my husband.
“We can go out at the garden-door, and down
the steps leading from the garden into the
area; they are opposite his window. We can
look through the venetian blinds, if they are
down, and see for ourselves. He won’t be
able to see us.”

Accordingly, having first wrapped up in
our furs, we went down, and were soon at