would never meet again.

But that telephone call?

"O'Hagan," demanded the haggard and distraught young man, "who was that on
the wire just now?"

Being a thoroughly trained servant, O'Hagan had waited that question in
silence, a-quiver with impatience though he was. Now, his tongue unleashed,
his words fairly stumbled on one another's heels in his anxiety to get them
out in the least possible time. "Sure, an' 'twas a leddy, sor, be the v'ice
av her, askin' were ye in, and mesilf havin' seen ye go out no longer ago
thin wan o'clock and yersilf sayin' not a worrud about comin' back at all
at all, pwhat was I to be tellin' her, aven if ye were lyin' there on the
dievan all unbeknownest to me, which the same mesilf can not----"

"Help!" pleaded the young man feebly, smiling. "One thing at a time,
please, O'Hagan. Answer me one question: Did she give a name?"

"She did not, sor, though mesilf----"

"There, there! Wait a bit. I want to think."

Of course she had given no name; it wouldn't be like her.... What was he
thinking of, anyway? It could not have been the grey girl; for she knew him
only as Anisty; she could never have thought him himself, Maitland.... But
what other woman of his acquaintance did not believe him to be out of town?

With a hopeless gesture, Maitland gave it up, conceding the mystery too
deep for him, his intellect too feeble to grapple with all its infinite