"So I should not have come?" she questioned. "I'm sorry."

"I understand your anxiety, of course," he assured her, and he was
smiling a little, "but the worst never happens--so for the present
we will not worry. In an hour or more, now, I imagine we shall
receive a pigeon-o-gram which will show that all is well. And then I
shall have to plan for you to get away somehow."

She leaned toward him a little and again he gathered her in his arms.
The red lips were mutely raised, and he kissed her reverently.

"It's all for you and it will all be right," he assured her.

"Gene, dear Gene!"

He pressed a button on the wall and a maid appeared.

"You will have to wait for a couple of hours or so, at least, so if
you would like to take off your things?" he suggested with grave
courtesy. "I dare say the suite just above is habitable, and the
maid is at your service."

The girl regarded him pensively for a moment, then turning ran
swiftly up the stairs. The maid started to follow more staidly.

"Just a moment," said Mr. Wynne crisply, in an undertone. "Miss
Kellner is not to be allowed to use the telephone under any
circumstances. You understand?" She nodded silently and went up the
stairs.