hone call from you, where the Blue Goose
saloon could be. Taylor told him it was a sailor's dive on Water Street.
The night they thought me dreaming on his library couch, I heard Taylor
ask Warren if they had heard from the Monk. So, it seemed to me that
the two questions might interest Mr. Reginald Warren if presented in a
language that he understood."

"And what was that language?"

"It was a code message, which I typed out on this Remwood machine here,
by the system you told me. It was slow work, but I finished it and sent
it over to the club, knowing Warren would be with you. I really don't
know what good the message would do. But being an illogical woman, and
a descendant of Pandora, I thought it would be amusing to open the
Pandora's box and let all the little devils loose, just to see the
glitter of their wings!"

Shirley caught her hands delightedly.

"You bully girl! Nothing could have happened better. I'll improve my
time now, by visiting Mr. Warren's apartment, impolite as it is without
an invitation. And then I think I will go calling in that little cave of
the winds in the rear of his art collection, on the other street."

"But, Monty--I Mean, Mr. Shirley," and a rosy embarrassment overcame
her, "you will put your head into the lion's mouth once too often. Why
not wait until you get him under lock and key?"

"My dear girl, we will telephone my club and talk to the door man. I
think that he may be under lock and key by this time, in a manner you
little suspect. Let me have the number."

He went to the instrument on her dressing-table. The club was soon
reached, and Dan the door man was answering his eager question.

"Yes, sir, the taxi has come back, sir."

"Send the chauffeur to the wire. I want to talk to him," said Shirley.
The man was soon speaking. "What address did you take that gentleman to,
my man?"

"Why, sir, I started out for the Battery, but sir, a terrible thing
happened."

"What was it?"

"The gentleman was overcome with an ep'leptic stroke or somethin' like
that. He pounded on the winder behind me, and when I stopped me car, and
looked in he was down an' out. I was on Thirty-third Street and Fift'
Avenue at the time, so I calls a cop, and he orders me to run 'im over
to Bellevue. He's there now, sir. He ain't hardly breathin', sir. It's
terrible!"

"Too bad, I must go and call, to see if I can help him!" was Shirley's
remark as he hung up the receiver. He repeated the news to