About 3 o'clock a newspaper photographer and a reporter arrived. The
girls allowed a group picture to be taken and the reporter was granted
an interview.

Half an hour after the newspaper men departed, there came a ring at
the front door. As Mary, the head servant, was out, Marion answered
the ring and found at the entrance a woman of middle age, dressed in
plain black, who spoke to her, in quick, eager accents, thus:

"Is this Miss Marion Stanlock?"

"It is," the girl answered.

"I am Mrs. Eddy, who moved into one of those vacant houses two blocks
from here," the woman explained. "I have some information of interest
to you."

"Is it about Helen Nash?" Marion asked, so eagerly that there could be
no mistaking the subject nearest her heart.

The woman nodded and smiled, and Marion seized her by the arm and
almost dragged her into the hall and thence into the reception room.

"Where is she?--tell me quickly!" Two of the other girls in the
drawing-room, hearing these words and surmising their significance,
came rushing in and caught the visitor's answer, thus:

"She's over at my house. She came there last night. I had no idea who
she was until I saw the articles in the newspaper--I didn't get it
until late--and then I came right over."