follow me as quickly as possible."

Mr. Sabin passed across the marble hall, leaning heavily upon his
stick. Yet for all his slow movements there was a new alertness
in his eyes and bearing. He was once more taking keen note of
everybody and everything about him. Only a few days ago she had
been here.

He claimed his rooms at the office, and handed the keys to Duson,
who by this time had rejoined him. At the moment of turning away
he addressed an inquiry to the clerk behind the counter.

"Can you tell me if the Duchess of Souspennier is staying here?"
he inquired.

The young man glanced up.

"Been here, I guess. Left on Tuesday."

Mr. Sabin turned away. He did not speak again until Duson and he
were alone in the sitting-room. Then he drew out a five dollar bill.

"Duson," he said, "take this to the head luggage porter. Tell him
to bring his departure book up here at once, and there is another
waiting for him. You understand?"

"Certainly, sir!"

Mr. Sabin turned to enter his bed-chamber. His attention was
attracted, however, by a letter lying flat upon the table. He took