"In the garden with Mrs.Weldon and Toodlums.They'll all be here presently."The little group remained silent and thoughtful until Louise entered wheeling the baby in her cab and followed by Mildred Travers.The nurse's face was white and troubled but she had acquired a new attractiveness for the reason that her eyes had softened and were now pleading instead of de？ant.
Inez came running from the nursery to take baby，butLouise would not let little Jane go.Although she had escaped much of the past night's misery，thanks to Dr.Knox's quieting powders，the young mother was still unnerved and liked to have the child where she could see it.So Inez sat on a bench and held Jane，who was the least concerned of anyone over her recent peril and fortunate escape.
The court was shady，cool and quiet.Those assembledeyed Mildred curiously and expectantly，so that she was really embarrassed at first.Beth，who felt in a measure responsible for this waif a of a great city，because she had been instrumental in bringing her here，gently led Mildred to a beginning of her story by asking a few questions that afforded the girl an opening.
The entire party listened gravely to the recital，for only Inez，among those present，had ever heard any part of the strange tale before.
Mildred told practically the same story she had related to the Mexican girl the night before，but went more into details and explained more fully her girlhood acquaintance with Se？or Cristoval.
"He was an unusual man，"said she；"aged and white—haired，as I remember him，and always dressed in white ？annels，which threw his dark skin into sharp relief.He lived alone in the house，having but one man—servant to do all the work，cook his meals and cater toa his slightest whimb.""Miguel Zaloa，"said Inez in a low voice.
"Cristoval was not popular，"said Mildred，"for he loved money so well that he was reputed to be a miser.It was this love of money，I think，that induced him to go into partnership with my father in his illegal smuggling enterprises.Cristoval furnished the money and when my father had slipped across the border with his bales of rare laces，they were hidden in the hollow wall until they could be forwarded to San Francisco and sold.
"And this brings me to a relation of my present interest in this house，"she continued."When we escaped from California a large lot of very valuable Mexican laces which belonged exclusively to my father was hidden in the wall.The sale of a former lot of smuggled goods had resulted in a large pro？t and Cristoval had received a bank draft for the amount，one half of which was due my father.When we last sawCristoval at San Bernardino，before we left for New York，he promised my father to cash the draft and send him the proceeds.This he never did，although he advanced my father，at that time，a sum of money from other sources to pay our expenses until we could establish ourselves in the east.
"To avoid suspicion，my father always allowed Cristovalto bank the partnership money，drawing on the rich Spaniard from time to time for what he required.Father told me that altogether Cristoval owed him nine thousand dollars，besides the bale of laces，valued at ten thousand more.He wrote many times to demand this money，using a cipher they had arranged between them，but his letters were never answered.I know now that Cristoval died soon after we went to New York，so whoever got the letters，being unable to read the secret cipher，of course ignored them.
"Just as Leighton was being taken to prison，the last time I ever saw him，he told me to ？nd some way to come here and get the money.He said that if Cristoval was dead，as he then suspected，the secret of the wall was still safe，for the old man had vowed never to disclose it.He thought I would ？nd the laces still hidden in the wall，and perhaps the money.""Did you look to see，while you were there ？"asked Arthur Weldon.
"Yes.There is no evidence of any property that I could rightfully claim."It was a strange recital，and a fascinating one to thosewho heard it.
"Who would think，"said Patsy，"that in this prosaica age we would get so close to a real story of smuggling，hidden treasure and secret recesses in walls？It smacks more of the romantic days of past centuries.""We must not forget，"replied Louise，"that of all our numerous states California has the most romantic history.It wasn't so long ago that the Spanish don flourished in this section and even yet it is more Spanish than American except in the big cities.""As for smuggling，"added Runyon，"that is going onto—day—as merrily as in the days of the famous Leighton，if on a smaller scale.I've some choice cigars over at my ranch that have never paid duty，and I've an order with the smuggler for more.So，after all，there's nothing very astonishing in Mildred Leighton's story.""The wall we have practical evidence of，"said UncleJohn."I suppose it will hold its secret rooms for many years to come，for these adobe dwellings are practically ？re—proof and are built to defy time.""But about Mildred's fortune，"cried Patsy."Don't yousuppose it is hidden，after all，some place in the wall？""From what I have heard of Cristoval，"said Arthur in are？ective tone，"he was not considered a dishonest man，but rather miserly and graspingb.""My father，"explained Mildred，"trusted him fully until we went away and could get no answer to his letters.The old Spaniard was very fond of me，also，and he would hold me in his arms and say that one day I would be a rich lady，for my father and he were both making my fortune.I was very young，as you know，but I never forgot that statement.""Suppose，"suggested the major，"we make another andmore thorough search of those secret rooms.""We will do that，"replied Arthur promptly."It is too late to undertake the task to—night，but we will begin it right after breakfast to—morrow morning.Inez，I wish you would slip down to the quarters and ask Miguel to come and help us.Tell him to be here at nine o'clock."The girl nodded，gave the baby to Mildred and stolequietly out of the court.
