him--drat 'im!"

"Out on the streets!" repeated Ravenslee. "Alone?"

"Yes," answered Hermione, "I had to--try and find him."

"But alone! And at this hour! Miss Hermione, that was surely
very--er--unwise of you."

"Yes, you see I didn't know where to look," she sighed. "I've been to
the saloon but he wasn't there--"

"The saloon? Good Lord!" exclaimed Ravenslee, his placidity quite
forgotten, his face set and stern. "That is no place for you--or any
girl--"

"I must go to find Arthur," she said softly.

"No, not there--even for that."

"Why not?"

"Think of the--the risks you run! No girl should take such chances."

"Oh, you mean--that!" said Hermione, meeting his eyes with her frank
glance. "But no one would try to insult me hereabouts; this isn't
Broadway or Fifth Avenue, Mr. Geoffrey!" and she smiled a very sad,
weary little smile. "But I came to ask if you happened to know where
Arthur is or--whom he was with?"