She was dead now, and the Florida roses were growing
over her grave, but there were many sad, regretful memories connected
with her short life, and not the least sad of these were those connected
with the asylum.
'If it were to do over again I would not put her there, unless she
became dangerous,' he had often said to himself, and he said much the
same thing to Frank Tracy with regard to his brother.
'Keep him at home, if possible. Do not place him with a lot of lunatics
if you can help it. No proof he is crazy because he smells everything.
My wife does the same. Her nose is over the registers half the time in
winter to see if any gas is escaping from the furnace. And as to this
Gretchen, it is possible there was some woman with him on the ship, or
in New York, and he may be a little muddled there. You can inquire at
the hotel where he stopped.'
This was Mr. St. Claire's advice, and Frank acted upon it, and took
immediate steps to ascertain if there had been a lady in company with
his brother at the Brevoort House, where he had stopped, or if there had
been any one in his company on the ship, which was still lying in the
dock at New York. But there no one had been with him. Arthur Tracy alone
was registered among the list of passengers, and only Arthur Tracy was
on the books at the hotel.
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