An hour later her car, on its way to Boston, passed through Fair
Harbor at a rate of speed that caused her chauffeur to pray
between his chattering teeth that the first policeman would save
their lives by landing them in jail.

At the wheel, her shoulders thrown forward, her eyes searching
the dark places beyond the reach of the leaping head-lights Helen
Page raced against time, against the minions of the law, against
sudden death, to beat the midnight train out of Boston, to assure
the man she loved of the one thing that could make his life worth
living.

And close against her heart, buttoned tight beneath her
great-coat, the sailorman smiled in the darkness, his long watch
over, his soul at peace, his duty well performed.



Chapter 6. THE MIND READER

When Philip Endicott was at Harvard, he wrote stories of
undergraduate life suggested by things that had happened to
himself and to men he knew. Under the title of "Tales of the
Yard" they were collected in book form, and sold surprisingly
well. After he was graduated and became a reporter on the New
York Republic, he wrote more stories, in each of which a reporter
was the hero, and in which his failure or success in gathering
news supplied the plot. These appeared first in the magazines,
and later in a book under the title of "Tales of the Streets."
They also were well received.