y; she had never known her father to be
so tensely in earnest.

"Then," he said, "go turn the key in the lock. And hurry. Before any one
comes."

She locked the door and returned to him.

"Feel under my pillow. Got it?"

She felt the cold barrel of a revolver and started back; never had she
known her father to carry arms. Then, gingerly, she sought again. She
found a small parcel and drew it out. It was a flattish affair and
rectangular, the size and shape of an octavo volume--a flat box, if not
a book. It was wrapped in a bit of soiled cloth.

"Quick," he commanded nervously. "Out of sight with it. Stick it into
your blouse, if you can; tuck it away under your arm; it won't show so
much there."

Catching something of his suppressed excitement, she obeyed.

"I managed a little note to Mark," he said when she had buttoned the
loose shirt again and he had sunk back, white and exhausted, among his
pillows. "I stuck it inside the cloth. Lord, if I was only on my feet!
But you'll do it for me, my girl? With never a hint to any one?"

Gloria stooped and kissed him on the forehead.

"I promise, papa," she said assuringly.

"Unlock the door again, then. There's somebody coming. Sit down over
there, across the room. And leave as soon as you can. We'll let them
think you're going to the log house for--for----"

She was quicker at inventions.

"Doctor Rowell, our family physician, is at Lake Tahoe. I am going to
find him. We would telephone, but he is camped out----"

"Pretty late for camping. Oh, that'll do----"

Gloria sat in her chair across the room, looking innocently the part of
a daughter in a sick-room, when the door opened and the Placerville
doctor came in. A moment later she slipped out.

* * * * *

She went out into the sunshine. Down the road she saw Gratton. He came
quickly to meet her. She saw that he was eyeing her keenly, and her
thought was that he was wondering if by chance she had seen the hotel
register.

"I don't know just what to do," said Gratton. "My business is going to
hold me here longer than I had thought. I--I promised to go back with
you this afternoon. Would it be all right if I got a man to drive you
back? I am terribly sorry, Gloria, but----"

"Business is business!" She laughed a trifle nervously. Then her
inspiration: "I know! I can go to our mountain home; I'll phone mamma,
and she will come up. We'll spend a few days, and----"

For an ins