"Meet me at the Grand Central," it read, "immediately."

Without going further into the office, I turned and dropped down
in the elevator to the subway. As quickly as an express could take
me, I hurried up to the new station.

"Where away?" I asked breathlessly, as Craig met me at the
entrance through which he had reasoned I would come. "The coast or
Down East?"

"Woodrock," he replied quickly, taking my arm and dragging me down
a ramp to the train that was just leaving for that fashionable
suburb.

"Well," I queried eagerly, as the train started. "Why all this
secrecy?"

"I had a caller this afternoon," he began, running his eye over
the other passengers to see if we were observed. "She is going
back on this train. I am not to recognise her at the station, but
you and I are to walk to the end of the platform and enter a
limousine bearing that number."

He produced a card on the back of which was written a number in
six figures. Mechanically I glanced at the name as he handed the
card to me. Craig was watching intently the expression on my face
as I read, "Miss Yvonne Brixton."

"Since when were you admitted into society?" I gasped, still