Quiet foot steps down the hall were drown out by the sweet voice of the little song bird in the next room. Turpin leaned close to the wall, finding what he was looking for. He carefully removed the large painting that hung there and set it gently on to the floor so it did not make a sound. There, a small eye hole was now visible. the judge immediately pressed his eye to the hole and peered into the room beyond. There she was, his little song bird. At the window sill was perched the loveliest of young woman. Long waves of wheat pinned back from her face with silver clips, and a flowing sea blue dress clung about her bosom and folded over her