hospital to the matron's room and, wrapping herself in a
raccoon coat, made her way to a waiting motor car and said,
"Home!" to the chauffeur. He drove her to the Flagg family
vault, as Flagg's envious millionaire neighbors called the
pile of white marble that topped the highest hill above
Greenwich, and which for years had served as a landfall to
mariners on the Sound.

There were a number of people at tea when she arrived and
they greeted her noisily.

"I have had a most splendid adventure!" said Sister Anne.
"There were six of us, you know, dressed up as Red Cross
nurses, and we gave away programmes. Well, one of the New
York reporters thought I was a real nurse and interviewed me
about the Home. Of course I knew enough about it to keep it
up, and I kept it up so well that he was terribly sorry for
me; and. . . . "

One of the tea drinkers was little Hollis Holworthy, who
prided himself on knowing who's who in New York. He had met
Sam Ward at first nights and prize fights. He laughed
scornfully.

"Don't you believe it!" he interrupted. "That man who was
talking to you was Sam Ward. He's the smartest newspaper man
in New York; he was just leading you on. Do you suppose
there's a reporter in America who wouldn't know you in the
dark? Wait until you see the Sunday paper."