The young man arose and asked in a grave tone:

"Excuse me, but can you tell me whether this lady can get a room here to
rest for a short time, while I go out and attend to a matter of business?"

The matron noticed his refined face and true eyes, and she accepted with a
good grace the ten-dollar bill he handed to her.

"We charge only fifty cents a night for a room," she said, glancing at the
humble garments of the man's companion. She thought the girl must be a
poor dependent or a country relative.

"That's all right," said the young man. "Just let the change help the good
work along."

That made a distinct change in the atmosphere. The matron smiled, and
retired to snub the girl with the discontented upper lip. Then she sent
the elevator boy to carry the girl's suit-case. As the matron came back to
the office, a baggy man with cushioned tires hustled out of the open door
into the street, having first cast back a keen, furtive glance that
searched every corner of the place.

"Now," said Dunham reassuringly, as the matron disappeared, "you can go up
to your room and get ready, and I will look after a few little matters. I
called on my friend, the minister, this morning, and I have looked up the
legal part of this affair. I can see that everything is all right in a few
minutes. Is there anything you would like me to do for you?"

"No," she answered, looking up half frightened; "but I am afraid I ought