kindness to acknowledge your belief that I am the man who stood with you behind the parlor curtains an hour ago."
"I will," she replied, with a haughty lift of her head that spoke more loudly than her blushes.
"It only remains, then, for Mr. Benson to assure himself I am the person who followed him to the closet. I know of no better way of his doing this than to ask him if he remembers the injunctions which he was pleased to give me, when he bestowed upon me this domino."
"No,—that is,—whatever they were, they were given to the man I supposed to be my brother."
"Ha, then; it was to your brother," I rejoined, "you gave that hint about the glass I would find on the library table; saying that if it did not smell of wine I would know your father had not had his nightly potion and would yet come to the library to drink it;—an intimation, as all will acknowledge, which could have but the one result of leading me to go to the table and take up the glass and look into it in the suspicious manner which has been reported to you."
