"Yes, my papers so state--and she must be the same person," said Mr.
Corbin, in a tone of conviction. "But that is very meager information.
Was Trenton your home also?"

"No, I lived in New York until my marriage."

"Was Miss Forester ever married?"

"Yes."

"Ah! how fortunate that I happened to mention this circumstance to you
this evening!" exclaimed the lawyer, with great apparent satisfaction,
but ignoring the evident reluctance of his companion to give him
information. "Perhaps you can give more particulars. Whom did the lady
marry?"

"Don't ask me anything about her, Mr. Corbin," Mrs. Montague cried,
excitedly, and with an angry gesture. "The girl ruined my life--she loved
the man I loved and--I hated her accordingly."

"But surely you can have no objection to telling me what you know of her
history," returned Mr. Corbin, with assumed surprise. "I have this case
to settle, and I simply wish to find the woman or her heirs, in order to
do my duty and carry out the instructions of the will. It would assist me
greatly if you could tell me where I might find her," he concluded, in an
appealing tone.

"She is dead--she died more than eighteen years ago."