composed of pink and black ribbons, sequins, old point lace, artificial roses, jet bugles, imitation pearls and swansdown. She wore also a bed jacket of ermine and a complexion mask of white kid. The pedicure, Mrs. Hugshooter, was busy polishing the little-toe-nail of her client's left foot. The while, the horrible old woman exuded scandal.
Dunkle gave the Archdeacon's note to his wife in silence. She read it at a glance and said: "Hug, old pet, hop it for ten minutes, will you?" When they were alone, "This," she continued, "is what I've rather been expecting. I never believed he'd be able to stay the three months. But the fact is, the sooner we have our little chat with him the better. Now that he's set his heart on immediate confession, every minute is dangerous. We don't want to have him confiding his dreadful
