little just now might save everything."

"You must try to find out," she informed him; "I think I have been
successful with Lee; anyhow he ought to say so."

"I do," Lee Randon asserted quickly. "Fanny is wonderful. If I'm of no
use go to her."

"You don't know," Peyton muttered; "you can have no idea."

"What in the world was he talking about?" she asked Lee in the
automobile.

"Peyton is in love with Mina Raff," he admitted shortly, in a pressure
of conflicting emotions.

"Lee!" she exclaimed; "are you sure? Did he say so? That is simply
frightful."

"I imagine it's worse than you realize."

"Do you mean--"

"Nothing actual yet," he interrupted her impatiently; "perhaps nothing
you would bother about. But you'd be wrong. It's all in his thoughts--
some damned spoiled ideal, and as dangerous as possible."

"Poor Claire," she said.

"Of course, that's the thing to say," he agreed. "The man is always a