"She's Pretty As a Picture."  

  "Raising the Veil."  

  Jane.  

  The Detective.  

  Jane Morton.  

  "Oh, Why Did I Do It?"  

  In the Prisoner's Dock.  

  "I Feel Very Grateful to You."  

  "Guilty! Guilty of What?"  

  

   

  

       CHAPTER I.     

       "My dear," said William Brenton to his wife, "do you think I shall be missed if I go upstairs for a while? I am not feeling at all well."     

  

       "Oh, I'm so sorry, Will," replied Alice, looking concerned; "I will tell them you are indisposed."     

       "No, don't do that," was the answer; "they are having a very good time, and I suppose the dancing will begin shortly; so I don't think they will miss me. If I feel better I will be down in an hour or two; if not, I shall go to bed. Now, dear, don't worry; but have a good time with the rest of them."     

       William Brenton went quietly upstairs to his room, and sat down in the darkness in a rocking chair. Remaining there a few minutes, and 

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