The Forsaken Inn by Anna Katharine Green Fiction Mystery & Detective

<p><strong>I have but one room left I said to this latecomer. </strong>And one is all I want he said. Then with a quick glance at my face: I suppose you are a little particular whom you put into the oak parlor. Not everyone appreciates such romantic surroundings. I looked at him completely puzzled. The room is gloomy and uninviting I said. But beyond that I do know of no especial claim it has upon our interest. You astonish me he said with an expression of surprise and incredulity -- and walked on very thoughtfully straight to the room. At the door he paused. Don't you know the secret of the oak parlor?</p><p>*</p><p>Is there no bit of clothing or jewelry left upon her by which we might hope to identify her? I asked and realized the nature of the doubts I there beheld. Here is a ring I found upon the wedding finger he replied. And he held out a plain gold circlet which I eagerly took looked at and fell at their feet as senseless as a stone.</p>