Old Daniel Multenius, unconscious of all the fuss and
bother which his death had caused, was to be quietly interred that
afternoon, and Zillah and Melky were already in their mourning garments.
But Zillah had lost none of her business habits and instincts, and while
the faithful Mrs. Goldmark attended to the funeral guests in the upstairs
regions, she herself was waiting in the back-parlour for these other
visitors. On the table before her, evidently placed there for inspection,
lay three objects to which she at once drew attention--one, an old-
fashioned, double-breasted fancy waistcoat, evidently of considerable age,
and much worn, the others, two letters written on foreign notepaper.
"It never occurred to me," said Zillah, plunging into business at once,
"at least, until an hour or two ago, to examine the clothes my grandfather
was wearing at the time of his death. As a matter of fact he'd been
wearing the same clothes for months. I've been through all his pockets.
There was nothing of importance--except these letters. I found those in a
pocket in the inside of that waistcoat--there! Read them."
The men bent over the unfolded letters, and Ayscough read them aloud.
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