eh?"

"Right! The Charlevoix. But I'll be back." Bob drove away with a
parting flourish of his whip.

The elevator was in its place, the hall-man was dozing, with heels
propped upon the telephone switchboard, when Wharton entered the
Elegancia and rang the bell of Lilas Lynn's apartment; but a
careless glimpse of the glittering buttons and the rusty hat sent
the attendant back into his drowse.

Once Bob had gained admittance little time was wasted. He and
Merkle helped Hammon to his feet, then each took an arm; but the
exertion told, and Jarvis hung between them like a drunken man, a
gray look of death upon his face.

"Watch out for the door-man," Jimmy Knight cautioned for the
twentieth time. "Make him think you've got a souse."

"Aren't you coming along?" asked Bob.

But Jim recoiled. "Me? No. I'll stay and help Lilas make her get-
away."

Merkle nodded agreement. "Don't let her get out of your sight,
either, understand? There's a ship sailing in the morning. See
that she's aboard."

Jarvis Hammon spoke. "I want you all to know that I'm entirely to
blame and that I did this myself. Lilas is a--good girl." The