“Any message for your husband, Mrs. Jadwin?” inquired Landry, as he prepared to go down town after breakfast. “I always see him in Mr. Gretry’s office the first thing. Any message for him?”

“No,” answered Laura, simply.

“Oh, by the way,” spoke up Aunt Wess’, “we met that Mr. Corthell on the corner last night, just as he was leaving. I was real sorry not to get home here before he left. I’ve never heard him play on that big organ, and I’ve been wanting to for ever so long. I hurried home last night, hoping I might have caught him before he left. I was regularly disappointed.”

“That’s too bad,” murmured Laura, and then, for obscure reasons, she had the stupidity to add: “And we were in the art gallery the whole evening. He played beautifully.”