until dusk fell so heavily that it became necessary to light the gas
in order to see each other's faces.

"My, what time is it?" Helen questioned, looking at her watch. "Why,
it's nearly seven o'clock, and I haven't telephoned to Marion yet.
They'll have the whole police force out looking for me if I don't get
her on the wire pretty soon. I'll run over and see if that phone is
repaired yet. If it isn't I'll have to take a car and ride on to the
next drug store; but I'll be back before very long."

"I wish you wouldn't come back tonight, Helen," Mrs. Nash pleaded.
"I'm so afraid of those men. Why not go straight to Stanlocks' and
send word to Dave that you wish to meet him somewhere tomorrow?"

"I'd rather handle it this way," the girl answered a little
stubbornly. "I tell you what I'll do--I'll have them send the
chauffeur with the automobile over here after me. That'll be the best
way."

With this reassuring announcement, Helen put on her coat and hat and
went out. But she would not have proceeded so confidently if she could
have caught a glimpse of the figure of a man dashing far up the alley
in the rear and have realized that this man had crouched in an
eavesdropping attitude for an hour or more at the kitchen door and
overheard most of the conversation between her and her sister-in-law.

One, two blocks he ran, then through a gateway and into a house
similar to nearly every other house in the street. Two men, a woman,
and a child 10 years old looked expectantly toward him as he entered.