figure anywhere and at any time even if he had not seen her face.

It was Madeline Spencer.




VIII

THE STORY


Harleston quickly swung his chair around so that the broad back hid Mrs.
Clephane and himself. He was quite sure that she had noticed the pair;
though when he glanced at her she was looking thoughtfully at him, as if
considering where to begin her story.

"Do you know the two who just came in and are sitting in the far
corner," he asked; "the slender woman and the bald-headed man?"

"No," she answered; "except that she is an exceedingly fine-looking
woman--as you doubtless have noted."

"I've noted other things!" he smiled.

"About her?"

"No, not about her."

She laughed, deliciously he thought.