outook s eetrings unravelled and t of its folds. I started back. Mrs Sucksbys sticoats and comb came tumbling out upon table-top, looking just as I ar, came affeta gown.

    I  t of t.  I? It  t looked like Mrs Sucksby  of sill o its breast. Someone —I didnt care about t—but t

    poaffeta itself iff. t rusty. t raced about e: t, and ain h chalk.

    to me like marks on Mrs Sucksbys own body.

    Oy, I said, I cant bear it! Fetcer, o rub. Dainty rubbed, too. e rubbed in t  t. t up to me and began to .

    And, as I did, tling, sound.

    Dainty put do? s knohe sound came again.

    Is it a moty. Is it flapping about, inside?

    I s t sounds like a paper. Perrons  somethere

    But , and looked inside, t all. tling came again,  seemed to me t it came from part of t part of t of t  my o it, and felt about. taffeta tiff—stiff not just from taining of Gentlemans blood, but from somet

    stuck, or been put, be, bet and tin lining of t ? I could not tell, from feeling. So turned t, and looked at tin   to fray. It made a sort of pocket, in t Dainty; t in my  rustled again, and she drew back.

    Are you sure it aint a mot?

    But  ter. Mrs Sucksby   guess. I t at first t s  it t sten it, in gaol—t it o find, after t made me nervous. But tter lemans blood; and so must   least. t seemed to me t it must : for as I looked more closely at it I sa. taffeta bodice , tig ays. the seal—

    I looked at Dainty. t? ter, so close, so carefully, so long—