"I happened to be the one to go to Spanish Falls for the mail that
day. The postmark excited my curiosity. If I told you what I did to
that letter before delivering it to Mr. Loeb, you could send me to a
federal prison. But that's how I came to know that she had decided to
wait in Crowndale until he sent word that the coast was clear. She
went to the big sanatorium outside the town and has been there ever
since, incognito, taking a cure for something or other. She goes by
the name of Mrs. Hasselwein. I popped down here this afternoon and
found out that she is still at the sanatorium but expects to leave
early to-morrow morning. Her trunks are over at the station now, to be
expressed to Buffalo. I made another trip out there this evening and
waited. About eight o'clock Mr. Hasselwein strolled up. He sat on the
verandah with her for half an hour or so and then left. I followed
him. He went to one of the little cottages that belong to the
sanatorium. I couldn't get close enough to hear what they said, but I
believe he expects to take her away in an automobile early in the
morning. It is a seventy mile ride from here to the junction where
they catch the train for the west.
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