and now I don't see how you can go away from here again."

"Go away?" she repeated wonderingly. "Why shouldn't I go away? I
was very careful to veil myself when I came--no one saw me enter, I
am sure. Why can't I go away again?"

Mr. Wynne paced the length of the room twice, with troubled brow.

"You don't understand, dear," he said quietly, as he paused before
her. "From the moment I left Mr. Latham's office last Thursday I
have been under constant surveillance. I'm followed wherever I go--
to my office, to luncheon, to the theater, everywhere; and day and
night, day and night, there are two men watching this house, and two
other men watching at my office. They tamper with my correspondence,
trace my telephone calls, question my servants, quiz my clerks. You
don't understand, dear," he said again.

"But why should they do all this?" she asked curiously. "Why should
they--"

"I had expected it all, of course," he interrupted, "and it doesn't
disturb me in the least. I planned for months to anticipate every
emergency; I know every detective who is watching me by name and by
sight; and all my plans have gone perfectly until now. This is why
it was necessary for me to keep away from out there as it was for you
to keep away from here; why we could not afford to take chances by an
interchange of letters or by telephone calls. When I left you in the
cab I knew you would get away safely, because they did not know you
were there, in the first place; and then it was the beginning of the
chase and I forced them to center their attention on me. But now it