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Madelyn walked back to her chair, and, for the first time during her recital, the lines in her face relaxed.
"She gave me the note—I believe that is all. Of course, Winters' address told me where I would find Norris Endicott, and I located him this morning. Is there anything else?"
There was no answer.
"Nora," said Madelyn, turning to me. "Would you mind starting the phonograph? I think that Rubinstein's 'Melody in F' would suit my mood perfectly. Thank you!"
Early in the following week the postponed wedding of Norris Endicott and Bertha Van Sutton was quietly performed, and the couple departed on a tour of Europe. The bride did not see the body of Reginald Winters. Months afterward, however, I learned that she had bought a secluded grave-lot for the man who had so nearly brought disaster to her life.
In Madelyn Mack's relic case to-day, there are two objects of peculiar interest to me. One is a small, silver ball, perhaps three-quarters of an inch in diameter. The other is an apparently blank sheet of paper—except for a bold, dashing "W" in the upper right-hand corner.