powered Francis, and the head that appeared to Agnes--I declare them all to be sheer delusions. I believe in nothing, nothing, nothing!" He opened the door to go out and looked back into the room. "Yes," he resumed, "there is one thing I believe in. My wife has committed a breach of confidence--I believe Agnes will marry you. Good-night, Henry. We leave Venice the first thing to-morrow morning."
So Lord Montbarry disposed of the mystery of The Haunted Hotel.
A last chance of deciding the difference of opinion between the two brothers remained in Henry's possession. He had his own idea of the use to which he might put the false teeth as a means of inquiry when he and his fellow-travelers returned to England.
The only surviving depositary of the domestic history of the family in past years, was Agnes Lockwood's old nurse. Henry took his first opportunity of trying to revive her personal recollections of the deceased Lord Montbarry. But the nurse had never forgiven the great man of the family for his desertion of Agnes; she flatly refused to consult her memory. "Even the bare sight of my lord, when I last saw, him in London," said the old woman, "made my fingernails itch to set their mark on his face. I was sent on an errand by Miss Agnes; and I met him coming out of his dentist's door--and, thank God, that's the last I ever saw of him!"