a patient!"

The most difficult thing of all remained to be done. The outer door of
her own room was locked and the key was missing. To leave the
apartment she must pass through the room where Miss Manuel lay asleep.
She held her breath, but crossed in safety, though Miss Manuel stirred
and murmured something, as if subconsciously warned of danger. Miss
Stansbury closed the door noiselessly behind her and stood silent for
a moment in the hall, glancing about her and planning the wisest
method of getting away. She knew better than to enter any of the hotel
elevators. While there was no certainty that she would be detained if
she did, there had been a great deal of interest in her when she
arrived at the hotel, and there was every chance that some employe
might think it a wise precaution to ask her nurse a question or two
after she departed. Then Miss Manuel would be hot upon her trail, and
her day would be spoiled. She crept cautiously along the rear halls,
keeping out of sight on each floor when the elevators were passing,
and meeting only strangers and one preoccupied porter. Her rooms were
on the fifth floor, but she descended the four flights of stairs in
safety, and, going triumphantly out of the rear entrance of the hotel,
found herself in the quiet street on which it opened. The great
building was on a corner, and as she crossed its threshold she saw a
trolley-car passing along the avenue at her right. On a quick impulse
she signalled. When it stopped she entered and seated herself in a
corner, surveying her fellow-passengers with seeming unconcern, though
her breath came fast. She was safe; she was off! She decided to ride
on until she made her plans and knew in more detail what should be
done with this gift of the gods, a day that was all her own.

It had been a long time since she had been alone, she suddenly