I always had a natural
taste for millinery work, so I proposed to madame that we should open a
store under her name. We did this late in September, and have had great
success since our opening day. Now you know all about me, Mr. Sawyer.
Give me your promise that you will not tell Lord Hastings where I am."
"Then," said Quincy, "you do not know why I am here."
"To keep your word to Lord Hastings, I presume. What other reason could
you have?"
"Then you have not read the Personal Column in the 'New York Herald?'"
Quincy inquired.
"No," said she. "Why should I?"
Quincy took a copy of the paper from his pocket, laid it upon the table
and pointed with his finger to the word "Linda." She read the
advertisement, then looked up to him with distended eyes, full of
questioning.
"What does the paper say? It could not have disclosed much or you would
not have waited so long to tell me."
Then Quincy related the story of the sealed package, how it had been
given to Alice Pettengill long before Mrs. Putnam died; how Miss
Pettengill had sworn to destroy it, but would not when she learned that
it might possibly contain information relating to her parents.
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