he smiled happily as she set it upon her head, and then laughed
outright as she remembered her shabby silk gloves. Never mind. She could
take them off when she reached the church.

She packed the little black dress into the suit-case, folded the felt hat
on the top with a tender pat, and, putting on her gloves, hurried down to
the one who waited for her.

The matron had gone upstairs to the linen closet and left the girl with
the discontented upper lip in charge in the office. The latter watched the
elegant lady in the rich furs come down the hall from the elevator, and
wondered who she was and why she had been upstairs. Probably to visit
some poor protegee, she thought. The girl caught the love-light in the
eyes of Tryon Dunham as he rose to meet his bride, and she recognized him
as the same man who had been in close converse with the cheaply dressed
girl in the parlor an hour before, and sneered as she wondered what the
fine lady in furs would think if she knew about the other girl. Then they
went out to the carriage, past the baggy, rubbered man, who shrank back
suddenly behind a stone column and watched them.

As Dunham shut the door, he looked back just in time to see a slight man,
with dark eyes and hair, hurry up and touch the baggy man on the shoulder.
The latter pointed toward their carriage.

"See!" said Dunham. "I believe those are the men who were hovering around
the house last night."

The girl leaned forward to look, and then drew back with an exclamation of
horror as the carriage started.

"Oh, that man is my cousin Richard," she cried.

"Are you sure?" he asked, and a look of determination settled into his
face.

"Perfectly," she answered, looking out again. "Do you suppose he has seen
me?"

"I suppose he has, but we'll soon turn the tables." He leaned out and
spoke a word to the driver, who drew up around the next corner in front of
a telephone pay-station.

"Come with me for just a minute, dear. I'll telephone to a detective
bureau where they know me and have that man watched. He is unsafe to have
at large." He helped her out and drew her arm firmly within his own.
"Don't be afraid any more. I will take care of you."

He telephoned a careful description of the two men and their whereabouts,
and before he had hung up the receiver a man had started post-haste for
the Y.W.C.A. Building.

Then Tryon Dunham put the girl tenderly into the carriage, and to divert
her attention he opened the box