Miss Euston looked straight into Kennedy's eyes as she added,
without waiting for him to ask a question:

"Yesterday I heard something that has made me think a great deal.
You know, we live at the St. Germaine when we are in town. I've
noticed for several months past that the lobbies are full of
strange, foreign-looking people.

"Well, yesterday afternoon I was sitting alone in the tea-room of
the hotel, waiting for some friends. On the other side of a huge
palm I heard a couple whispering. I have seen the woman about the
hotel often, though I know that she doesn't live there. The man I
don't remember ever having seen before. They mentioned the name of
Granville Barnes, treasurer of father's company--"

"Is that so?" cut in Kennedy, quickly. "I read the story about him
in the papers this morning."

As for myself, I was instantly alive with interest, too.

Granville Barnes had been suddenly stricken while riding in his
car in the country, and the report had it that he was hovering
between life and death in the General Hospital. The chauffeur had
been stricken, too, by the same incomprehensible malady, though
apparently not so badly.

How the chauffeur managed to save the car was a miracle, but he
brought it to a stop beside the road, where the two were found
gasping, a quarter of an hour later, by a passing motorist, who