"And after them--(pardon me, Mr. Gryce) the general public which
rushed in rather promiscuously last night."

"I know it; it's a task, but it must be carried through. Put up
bulletins, publish your wants in the papers;--do anything, only
gain your end."

A bulletin was put up.

Some hours later, Sweetwater re-entered the room, and, approaching
Mr. Gryce with a smile, blurted out:

"The bulletin is a great go. I think--of course, I cannot be sure
--that it's going to do the business. I've watched every one who
stopped to read it. Many showed interest and many, emotion; she
seems to have had a troop of friends. But embarrassment! only one
showed that. I thought you would like to know."

"Embarrassment? Humph! a man?"

"No, a woman; a lady, sir; one of the transients. I found out in
a jiffy all they could tell me about her."

"A woman! We didn't expect that. Where is she? Still in the
lobby?"

"No, sir. She took the elevator while I was talking with the clerk."

"There's nothing in it. You mistook her expression."