"No more did I, till last Monday night. Then I saw that something
was wrong. Hush!"

She gripped his arm, and they listened. But no sound could be heard.

"And since then," Patty pursued, with tremulous eagerness, "she's
been very queer. I know she doesn't sleep at night, and she's
getting ill, and she's had letters from--someone she oughtn't to
have anything to do with."

"Having told so much, you had better tell me all," said Hilliard
impatiently. There was a cold sweat on his forehead, and his heart
beat painfully.

"No. I can't. I can only give you a warning."

"But what's the use of that? What can I do? How can I interfere?"

"I don't know," replied the girl, with a help. less sigh. "She's in
danger, that's all I call tell you."

"Patty, don't be a fool! Out with it! Who is the man? Is it some one
you know?"

"I don't exactly know him I've seen him."

"Is he--a sort of gentleman?"

"Oh, yes, he's a gentleman. And you'd never think to look at him