“Pray don’t speak of it, Mr. Carter,” protested Violet.  “I am now quite recovered.”

“Then we will at once proceed to business again,” said Nick.  “Am I to infer, Miss Page, that you know nothing at all about this casket?”

“Absolutely nothing, sir,” declared Violet.

“Have you ever heard your maid, Mary Barton, speak of possessing such a jewel box?”

“Never, sir.”

“Nevertheless,” said Nick, pointedly, “this casket was found beside her dead body in Central Park this afternoon.”

A half-suppressed cry broke from Violet upon hearing this.

“Oh, sir, then that must have been the package mentioned by Harry Boyden,” she cried, excitedly.

“What’s that?” demanded Nick.  “Have you seen Boyden since his arrest?”

“Yes, sir.”

“When and where?”

“He was arrested at my home about half-past six, sir.  When I learned for what and heard the particulars, I was advised by my landlady to appeal at once to you.”

“Did you come directly here?”

“I did, sir; as fast as a carriage could bring me.”

“Ah, now we shall get at it,” declared Nick.  “Tell me, Miss Page, just what Boyden said about Mary Barton.”

“Why, sir, he said he left her alive and well about half-past five.”

“Where?”

“On her way through the park,” replied Violet.  “He had met her about five o’clock, and they walked about in the park for a short time.  Then he told her that he had an errand to do, after which he was coming to call upon me.  Then Mary laughed and replied that she would see him later.”

“That doesn’t smack very strongly of suicide, Chick,” remarked Nick, with a glance at the former.

“I should say not,” replied Chick, with a shrug of his shoulders.

“Did Boyden know where Mary went after he left her?” inquired Nick, reverting to his visitor.

“No, sir.  He declared to the officer that he did not.”

“What mention did he make of a package carried by the girl?”

“He stated that Mary had what appeared to be a small, square box, done up in brown wrapping paper, and secured with a string.”

“Did he make any inquiries about it?”

“He asked her what it was, and she told him it was for me.”

“Did she tell him where she got it?”

“Yes, sir, she did; and I am quite mystified by it.”

“Please explain,” said Nick.  “What did the Barton girl say about the parcel?”

“She said it was given to her by a woman whom she had met on Fifth Avenue a short time before.”

“An acquaintance?”

“No, sir; a strange woman,” continued Violet.  “Yet the stranger must have known Mary, and that she lived with me, for she asked her if I was at home.”

“And then?”

“When told that I was, she gave Mary the package and asked her to deliver it to me, into my hands only, as it was a gift from a friend.”