“I am glad it is susceptible of proof.  This point established, I can easily answer your question in the affirmative.  As far as I am acquainted with her record, Mrs. Orme is a worthy woman, and I may add, a remarkably cautious circumspect person for one so comparatively unaccustomed to the admiration which is now lavished upon her.  I believe it is conceded that she is the most beautiful woman in New York, but she shelters herself so securely in the constant presence of a plain but most respectable old couple, with whom she resides, and who accompany her when travelling, that it is difficult to see her, except upon the stage.  Even in her business visits to my office she has always been attended by old Mrs. Waul.”

“Can you explain to me how one so uneducated and inexperienced as she certainly was has so suddenly attained, not only celebrity (which is often cheaply earned), but eminence in a profession, involving the amount of culture requisite for dramatic success?”

A slight smile showed the glittering line of the lawyer’s teeth.

“When did you see her last?”

“Seven years ago.”

“Then I venture the assertion that you would not recognize her should you see her in one of her favourite and famous roles.  When, where, or by whom she was trained I know not, but some acquaintance with the most popular ornaments of her profession justifies my opinion that no more cultivated or artistic actress now walks the stage than Madame Odille Orme.  She is no mere amateur or novice, but told me she had laboriously and studiously struggled up from the comparatively menial position of seamstress.  Even in Paris I have never heard a purer, finer rendition of a passage in Phedre than one day burst from her lips in a moment of deep feeling, yet I cannot tell you how or where she learned French.  She made her debut in tragedy, somewhere in the West, and when she reappeared in New York her success was brilliant.  I have never known a woman whose will was so patiently rigid, so colossal, whose energy was so tireless in the pursuit of one special aim.  She has the vigilance and tenacity of a Spanish bloodhound.”

“In the advancement of her scheme, do you believe her capable of committing a theft?”

“What do you denominate a theft?”

The piercing black eyes of the lawyer were fixed with increased interest upon the clergyman.

“Precisely what every honest man means by the term.  If Mrs. Orme resolved to possess a certain paper to which she had been denied access, do you think she would hesitate to break into a house, open a secret drawer, and steal the contents?”

“Not unless she had a legal right to the document, which was unjustly withheld from her, and even then my knowledge of the lady’s character inclines me to believe that she would hesitate, and resort to other means.”

“You consider her strictly honest and truthful?”