bandaged head, for a guide, he explored every
room of the house, which being identical with
his own, he could do without fear of leaving
any apartment unentered. But no piano did
he find!

"Explain," roared Boyce at length, turning
upon the leering old hag beside him. "Ex-
plain! For surely I heard music more beau-
tiful than I can tell."

"I know nothing," she said. "But it is
true I once had a lodger who rented the
front room, and that he played upon the
piano. I am poor at hearing, but he must
have played well, for all the neighbors used
to come in front of the house to listen, and
sometimes they applauded him, and some-
times they were still. I could tell by
watching their hands. Sometimes little chil-
dren came and danced. Other times young
men and women came and listened. But the
young man died. The neighbors were angry.
They came to look at him and said he had
starved to death. It was no fault of mine.
I sold his piano to pay his funeral ex-
penses -- and it took every cent to pay for
them too, I'd have you know. But since
then, sometimes -- still, it must be non-
sense, for I never heard it -- folks say that he