"
"How can you be sure of all this?"
"Simple as falling off a log," said Sprouse, squinting over his
shoulder. "The Baroness Hedlund has been here for a week or ten days.
The Baron wasn't so far wrong in his suspicions, you see. He lost
track of her, that's all. I happened to overhear a conversation at
Hart's Tavern between him and his secretary. I have a way of hearing
things I'm not supposed to hear, you know. By a curious coincidence I
happened to be taking the air late one night just outside his window
at the Tavern,--on the roof of the porch, to be accurate. I told Ugo
what I'd heard and he nearly broke his neck trying to head her off.
O'Dowd and De Soto rushed over to Hornville and telegraphed for her to
leave the train at the first convenient place and return to New York.
She was on her way up here, you see. She got off at Crowndale and
everybody supposed that she had taken the next train home. But she
didn't do anything of the kind. She is a silly, obstinate fool and
she's crazy about Ugo,--and jealous as fury. She hated to think of him
being up here with other women. A day or so later she sent him a
letter. No one saw that letter but Ugo, and--your humble servant.
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