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There's a dear good girl." Agnes had gone,
though it was decidedly no part of her duty as one of the highest
paid employes of the Novella. But they all envied the popular
actress, and were ready to do anything for her. The next thing she
remembered was finishing the coiffure she was working on and going
to Miss Blaisdell. There lay the beautiful actress. The light in
the corridor had not been lighted yet, and it was dark. Her lips
and mouth seemed literally to shine. Agnes called her, but she did
not move; she touched her, but she was cold. Then she screamed and
fled. That was the last she remembered.
"The little writing-room," reasoned Kennedy as we left the poor
little hair-dresser quite exhausted by her narrative, "was next to
the sanctum of Millefleur, where they found that bottle of ether
phosphore and the oil of turpentine. Some one who knew of that
note or perhaps wrote it must have reasoned that an answer would
be written immediately. That person figured that the note would be
the next thing written and that the top envelope of the pile would
be used.


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