shyly, she held out her hand.

"Good night," she said.

His fingers grasped and released it. He turned with her to the
door. "I will show you your room" he said.




CHAPTER VII

THE WRONG TURNING

Sylvia slept that night the heavy, unstirring sleep of utter
weariness though when she lay down she scarcely expected to sleep
at all. The shock, the bewilderment, the crushing dread, that had
attended her arrival after the long, long journey had completely
exhausted her mentally, and physically. She slept as a child
sleeps at the end of a strenuous day.

When she awoke, the night was gone and all the world was awake and
moving. The clouds had all passed, and a brilliant morning sun
shone down upon the wide street below her window. She felt
refreshed though the heat was still great. The burden that had
overwhelmed her the night before did not seem so intolerable by
morning light. Her courage had come back to her.

She dressed with a firm determination to carry a brave face
whatever lay before her. Things could not be quite so bad as they