me, and I saw in the mirror
that she had her hat and coat on, and the expression she wears when she
has decided to break the law.

"I'm not going to spend this night in a French jail, Tish Carberry," I
said.

"Very well," she retorted, and turned to go out.

But the thought of Tish alone, embarked on a dangerous enterprise, was
too much for me, and I called her back.

"I'll go," I said, "and I'll steal, if that's what you're up to. But I'm
a fool, and I know it. You can't deceive a lot of Frenchmen with your
handkerchief-fish-trunk-pencil stuff. And you can't book-soup-oysters
yourself out of jail."

"I'm taking my own, and only my own," Tish said with dignity.

Well, I dressed and we went out into the street. I tried to tell Tish
that even if we got it we couldn't take it home and hide it under the
bed or in a bureau drawer, but she was engrossed in her own thoughts,
and besides, the streets were entirely dark and not a taxicab anywhere.
She had a city map, however, and a flashlight, and at last about two in
the morning we reached the street where she said it was stored in a
garage.

I was limping by that time, and there were cold chills running up and
down my spine, but Tish was quite calm. And just then there was a
terrific outburst of noise, whistles and sirens of all sorts, and a man
walking near us suddenly began to run and dived into a doorway.

"Air raid," said Tish calmly, and walked on. I clutched at her arm, but
she shook me off.

"Tish!" I begged.

"Don't be a craven, Lizzie," she said. "Statistics show that the
percentage of mortality from these things is considerably less than from
mumps, and not to be compared with riding in an elevator or with the
perils of maternity."

All sorts of people were running madly by that time, and suddenly
disappearing, and a man with a bird cage in his hand bumped flat into me
and knocked me down. Tish, however, had moved on without noticing, and
when I caught up to her she was standing beside a wide door which was
open, staring in.

"This is the place," she said. And just then half a dozen men poured out
through the doorway and ran along the street. Tish drew a long breath.

"You see?" she said. "Providence watches over those whose motives are
pure, even if compelled to certain methods----"

There was a terrible crash at that moment down the street, followed by
glass falling all round us.

"----which are not entirely ethical," Tish continued calmly. "We