"Come in!" said Mrs. Hamilton.

 

Mrs. Hill, the housekeeper, glided in, with her usual stealthy step.

 

"I really beg pardon for intruding," she said, with a slight cough, "but I thought perhaps I might throw light on the matter Mr. Lynx is investigating."

 

"Well?" said the detective, eying her attentively.

 

"I had occasion to go into Ben's room to see if the girl had put things in order, when my attention was drawn to a ticket upon the bureau. You can tell whether it is of importance," and she handed it, with an air of deference, to Mr. Lynx.

 

"What is it?" asked Mrs. Hamilton.

 

"It is a pawn ticket," answered Mr. Lynx attentively.

 

"Let me see it, please!"

 

Mrs. Hamilton regarded it with mingled pain and incredulity.

 

"I need not say," continued the housekeeper, "that I was surprised and saddened at this evidence of the boy's depravity. Cousin Hamilton has been so kind to him that it seems like the height of ingratitude."

 

"May I ask, madam," said Mr. Lynx, "if your suspicions had fastened on this boy, Ben, before you found the pawn ticket?"

 

"To tell the truth, they had."

 

"And what reason had you for forming such suspicions?"

 

"I knew that the boy frequented gambling houses, and, of course, no salary, however large, would be sufficient for a boy with such habits."

 

Mrs. Hamilton did not speak, which somewhat embarrassed Mrs. Hill. Mr. Lynx, however, was very affable, and thanked her for her assistance.

 

"I felt it my duty to assist Cousin Hamilton," said she, "though I am sorry for that ungrateful boy. I will now withdraw, and leave you to confer together."

 

Mrs. Hill would like to have been invited to remain, but such an invitation was not given.

 

"What do you think, Mr. Lynx?" asked Mrs. Hamilton.

 

"I think your housekeeper does not like Ben Barclay," he answere............