organizations, loaded with insurrectionary documents for the
destruction of society. But the author was inclined to playfulness;
incompatible with such a character. He preferred the former picture,
and throwing back his head while watching the smoke from his
cigarette curl upward toward the ceiling, Mr. Paul Henley suddenly
became convulsed with laughter. He had conceived the idea of
impersonating the original Henley, the man for whom the letter had
been written. The more he considered the scheme, the more fascinating
it became. The girl, if girl she were, confessed to never having met
the man; she would therefore be the more easily deceived. But she was
expecting him daily, and should not be disappointed. Love of
adventure invested the project with an irresistible charm, and Mr.
Henley determined to undertake the journey and play the part for all
he was worth. It is true that visions of embarrassing complications
occasionally presented themselves, but were dismissed as trifles
unworthy of consideration.

It was still early in October, while Miss Guir's communication had
been dated nearly three weeks before. Had she kept her word? Had she
driven to the station every day during those weeks? Mr. Henley jumped
down from the table, exclaiming:

"Yes, Miss Dorothy, I will be with you at once, or as soon as the
southern express can carry me." A moment later he added: "But I shall
glance out of the car window first, and if I don't like your looks,
or if you are not on hand, why in that event I shall simply continue
my journey. See?"

But another question presented itself. Where was Guir Station? The
lady had mentioned neither county nor county town, evidently taking