Two weeks later, I began, in a very quiet way to do certain work for the man who had helped me in my second search for Theresa.  The money I have earned has been immense; since it was troubles of the rich I was given to settle, and I was almost always successful.  Every cent has gone to her.  She has been in Europe for a year and last week she made her debut.  You read about it in the papers, but neither you nor any one else in this country but myself knew that under the name she chosen to assume, Theresa Strange, the long forgotten beauty, has recovered that place in the world, to which her love and genius entitle her.

This is my story and hers.  From now on, you are the third in the secret.  Some day, my father will be the fourth.  I think then, a new dawn of love will arise for us all, which will stay the whitening of his dear head—­for I believe in him after all.  Yesterday when he passed the wall where her picture once hung—­ no other has ever hung there—­I saw him stop and look up, and, Roger, when he passed me a minute later, there was a tear in his hard eye.