The Hollow of Her Hand
       "Would you mind telling me something about it before I go upstairs? I am quite calm. I am prepared for anything. You need not hesitate."     

       "As you wish, madam. You will go into the reception-room, if you please. Burton, is Mrs. Wrandall's room quite ready for her?"     

       "I shall not stay here to-night," interposed Mrs. Wrandall. "You need not keep the room for me."     

       "But, my dear Mrs. Wrandall—"     

       "I shall wait in the railway station until morning if necessary. But not here."     

       The coroner led the way to the cosy little room off the office. She followed with the sheriff. The men looked worn and haggard in the bright light that met them, as if they had not known sleep or rest for many hours.     

       "The assistant district attorney was here until eleven, but went home to get a little rest. It's been a hard case for all of us—a nasty one,"       explained the sheriff, as he placed a chair in front of the fire for her. She sank into it limply.     

       "Go on, please," she murmured, and shook her head at the nervous little woman who bustled up and inquired if she could do anything to make her more comfortable.     

       The sheriff cleared his throat. "Well, it happened last night. All day long we've been trying to find out who he is, and ever since eight o'clock this morning we've been searching for the woman who came here with him. She has disappeared as completely as if swallowed by the earth. Not a sign of a clew—-not a shred. There's nothing to show when she left the inn or by what means. All we know is that the door to that room up there was standing half open when Burton passed by it at seven o'clock this morning—-that is to say, yesterday morning, for this is now Wednesday. It is quite clear, from this, that she neglected to close the door tightly when she came out, probably through haste or fear, and the draft in the hall blew it wider open during the night. Burton says the inn was closed for the night at half-past ten. He went to bed. She must have slipped out after every one was sound asleep. There were no other guests on that floor. Burton and his wife sleep on this floor, and the servants are at the top of the house and in a wing. No one heard a sound. We have 
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