The Dugdale Millions — page 218: what you’re looking at

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% 208 THE DUGDALE NMILI7ONS. “He must be. Are you the woman who put the baby away for adoption ?”’ “Why, no- ef course not. I am a dapghter of the woman.,”’ Mrs. Stanton stared and murmured: ‘“ Worse and worse. But the cards and my dreams said it was a blonde woman in a red shawl.” ‘Then suddenly she asked : “Was your mother a blonde woman, and did she wear a red shawl ?”’ vee “Why, yes,” rephed Mrs. Jenkins; “my mother was a blonde, and she did wear this very shawl.” Mrs. Stanton was so relieved and confirmed that she was quite happy and changed her tone toward Mrs, Jenkins. “Tt is all right then. Well, what more have you to say?” “TI have nothing more to say than I have told you. All I can tell and perhaps more ts to be found in this box. I am sorry not to have seen Mr. Mason, but he will know all about it. My mother was Mrs. Powers. she cated for the baby of Mr, Duedale alter. Pins: Tomlinson gave it up, and she gave it out for adop- tion—she and my father that is—and it is all to be found there in this box.” She rose to her feet and, handing the box to Mrs. Stanton, she said: “ T cannot wait, for I want to go back on the next train to meet my husband. Will you hand that box to Mr. Mason ?” Oh, ves, said Mrs Stantow grimly, “TIL hand to Mr. Mason,” and she added in an under breath, “when I’ve examined the box myself.” She accompanied Mrs. Jenkins to the veranda and saw her drive off. Then returning she caught up the box, which she had laid on the table, exclaiming : “Now, well get at the bottom of this mystery. Dugdale, indeed! How they do try to deceive me, CoOmiclboolkkxs C@ 3