the shadow of the many shade trees which lined the way, and kept this up until the two men came to a halt before a large residence set back among numerous trees and shrubs.
"Here we are," he heard the stranger say. "Will the captain go in?"
"I'll go in, Fipher, certainly," returned Captain Cosgrove. "You don't suppose I took that long walk for nothing."
"I didn't know but what you only wanted to hear what I had to say," returned Nathan Fipher. "It won't do no good for you to see Mrs. Bliss."
"Perhaps it will—after I've had a talk with her," put in Montague Smith. "He can stay in the parlor first."
The doorbell was rung, and a girl answered the summons. They entered the residence, and then the door was closed, and Franklin saw and heard no more.
By this time the curiosity of the young electrician was aroused to a greater pitch than ever. This was the place where Walter Robinson's relative lived, the woman who was most likely little Cora's aunt. He wondered what business Montague Smith and the others could have with her.
Franklin was on the point of entering the garden and reconnoitering, with a view to obtaining a place where he might see or hear what was going on; but, just as his hand was on the gate, the girl
