you." He turned to his old friend. "You help me, Henry," he
begged.

With the authority of the medical man, Rainey waved Vance into
the bedroom. "Close those windows," he ordered. "You help me!"
he commanded of Gaylor. "Put your arm under him."

Mr. Hallowell, protesting feebly and leaning heavily upon the
two men, stumbled into the bedroom , and the door was shut
behind him.

For a moment the girl and the man stood in silence, and then, as
though suddenly conscious of her presence, Winthrop turned and
smiled.

The girl did not answer his smile. From under the shadow of the
picture hat and the ostrich feathers her eyes regarded him
searchingly, watchfully.

For the first time, Winthrop had the chance to observe her. He
saw that she was very young, that her clothes cruelly disguised
her, that she was only a child masquerading as a brigand, that
her face was distractingly lovely. Having noted this, the fact
that she had driven several grown men to abuse and vituperation
struck him as being extremely humorous; nor did he try to
conceal his amusement. But the watchfulness in the eyes of the
girl did not relax.

"I'm afraid I interfered with your seance," said the District
Attorney.