Clymer, raising his head in time to catch Barbara's eyes gazing
steadfastly at him. With a faint flush she turned her attention
to the reporter.

"Mr. Turnbull's make-up must have been superfine," Parker remarked.
"Just one more question. Can you tell me if Mr. Philip Rochester
recognized his room-mate when he was defending him in court?"

"No, I cannot," and observing Parker's blank expression, she added,
"why don't you ask Mr. Rochester?"

"Because I can't locate him; he seems to have vanished off the face
of the globe." The reporter rose. "You can't tell me where's he's
gone, I suppose?"

"I haven't the faintest idea," answered Barbara truthfully. "I was
at his office this -" she stopped abruptly on finding that Mrs.
Brewster was standing just behind her. Had the widow by chance
overheard her remark? If so, her father would probably learn of her
visit to the office of Rochester and Kent that morning.

"Do I understand that Philip Rochester is out of town?" inquired Mrs.
Brewster. "Why, I had an appointment with him to-morrow."

"He's gone and left no address that I can find," explained Parker.
"Thank you, Miss McIntyre; good evening," and the busy reporter
hurried away.

There was a curious expression in Mrs. Brewster's eyes, but she
dropped her gaze on her finger bowl too quickly for Clymer to