Gurley　was　taking　her　afternoon　snore　on　a　couch；　so　that　left　me　pretty
  much　alone。
  〃In　passing　by　Arthur's　study　I　looked　in；　and　saw　his　bunch　of　keys
  hanging　in　the　drawer　of　his　desk；　where　he'd　forgotten　'em。　Well；　I　guess
  we're　all　to　the　Mrs。　Bluebeard　now　and　then；　ain't　we；　Lynn？　I　made　up
  my　　　mind　　　I'd　　　have　　　a　　　look　　　at　　　that　　　memento　　　he　　　kept　　　so　　　secret。　　　Not　　　that　　　I
  cared　what　it　was　　it　was　just　curiosity。
  〃While　I　was　opening　the　drawer　I　imagined　one　or　two　things　it　might
  be。　I　thought　it　might　be　a　dried　rosebud　she'd　dropped　down　to　him　from
  a　balcony；　or　maybe　a　picture　of　her　he'd　cut　out　of　a　magazine；　she　being
  so　high　up　in　the　world。
  〃I　opened　the　drawer；　and　there　was　the　rosewood　casket　about　the　size
  of　a　gent's　collar　box。　I　found　the　little　key　in　the　bunch　that　fitted　it；　and
  unlocked　it　and　raised　the　lid。
  〃I　　　took　　　one　　look　　　at　　　that　　　memento；　　　and　　　then　　　I　　　went　　　to　　　my　　　room　　　and
  packed　my　trunk。　I　threw　a　few　things　into　my　grip；　gave　my　hair　a　flirt　or
  two　with　a　side…comb；　put　on　my　hat；　and　went　in　and　gave　the　old　lady's
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  foot　a　kick。　I'd　tried　awfully　hard　to　use　proper　and　correct　language　while
  I　was　there　for　Arthur's　sake；　and　I　had　the　habit　down　pat；　but　it　left　me
  then。
  〃Stop　sawing　gourds；〃　says　I；　〃and　sit　up　and　take　notice。　The　ghost's
  about　to　walk。　I'm　going　away　from　here；　and　I　owe　you　eight　dollars。　The
  expressman　will　call　for　my　trunk。'
  〃I　handed　her　the　money。
  〃'Dear　me；　Miss　Crosby！'　says　she。　'Is　any…　thing　wrong？　I　thought　you
  were　pleased　here。　Dear　me；　young　women　are　so　hard　to　understand；　and
  so　different　from　what　you　expect　'em　to　be。'
  〃'You're　damn　right；'　says　I。　'Some　of　'em　are。　But　you　can't　say　that
  about　men。　When　you　know　one　man　you　know　'em　all！　That　settles　the
  human…　race　question。'
  〃And　then　I　caught　the　four…thirty…eight；　soft…　coal　unlimited；　and　here
  I　am。〃
  〃You　didn't　tell　me　what　was　in　the　box；　Lee；〃　said　Miss　D'armande；
  anxiously。
  〃One　of　those　yellow　silk　garters　that　I　used　to　kick　off　my　leg　into　the
  audience　during　that　old　vaudeville　swing　act　of　mine。　Is　there　any　of　the
  cocktail　left；　Lynn？〃
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