window, let the pieces flutter away in the wind. It was none too early
at that, and it was unfortunate that he must first of all go home--there
were certain things there indispensable to the night's work. On the
other hand, it was fortunate that he did not have to lose even more time
by being obliged instead to go to the new Sanctuary for what he needed,
fortunate that he had been "Jimmie Dale" last night when he had left
Malay John's, and that he had gone directly home from there.

The car stopped. Benson sprang from his seat, and opened the door.

"Don't put up the car yet, Benson; I am going a little further
uptown," said Jimmie Dale, with a pleasant nod--and ran up the steps
of his house.

Jason, his butler, opened the door for him.

"I shall not be dining at home to-night, Jason." Jimmie Dale handed over
his hat--not a suitable one for the evening's special requirements.

The old man's face wrinkled up in disappointment.

"That's too bad, sir, Master Jim." Jason took liberties; but they were
the genuine heart liberties of a lifetime's service--and why not, since,
as he was fond of saying, he had dandled his Master Jim as a baby on his
knee! "There was to be just what you are especially fond of to-night,
Master Jim; the cook made a particular point of--"

"Yes; I know." Jimmie Dale's hand squeezed the old man's shoulder in
friendly fashion. It was not the cook, but Jason, who would have
originated the menu with the painstaking care and thoughtfulness of one