the Doctor and Dale moved the heavy settee along until it stood
in front of the window in question.

The Doctor stood up when the dusty task was finished, wiping his
hands.

"It would take a furniture mover to get in there now!" he said
airily.

Miss Cornelia smiled.

"Well, Doctor--I'll say good night now--and thank you very much,"
she said, extending her hand to the Doctor, who bowed over it
silently. "Don't keep this young lady up too late; she looks tired."
She flashed a look at Dale who stood staring out at the night.

"I'll only smoke a cigarette," promised the Doctor. Once again his
voice had a note of plea in it. "You won't change your mind?" he
asked anew.

Miss Van Gorder's smile was obdurate. "I have a great deal of mind,"
she said. "It takes a long time to change it."

Then, having exercised her feminine privilege of the last word, she
sailed out of the room, still smiling, and closed the door behind
her.

The Doctor seemed a little nettled by her abrupt departure.

"It may be mind," he said, turning back toward Dale, "but forgive me