e been in any manner connected with an event which has
caused you uneasiness; but I am very glad, indeed, to be instrumental
in returning your property and relieving your worry. Where do you keep
your car?"

She told him the place. It was up in the neighborhood of Columbus
Circle. Twenty minutes later the car was "home"--where it would never
get away on false pretenses again, and the news of its coming began to
go hotly out by wire.

Garrison heard the men call his fair companion Miss Ellis. He called a
cab, when she was ready to go, asked for permission to escort her home,
and was driven in her company to an old-fashioned house downtown, near
Washington Square. There he left her, with a nice old motherly person,
and bade her good-by with no expectation of ever beholding her again,
despite the murmured thanks she gave him and the half-timid offer of
her hand.

When he left and dismissed the cabman he was face to face with the
problem of what he should do to find his "wife." His worry all surged
back upon him.

He wondered where Dorothy had gone--where she could go, why she had
fled from him--and what could he do but wait with impatience some word
of her retreat. He had felt her innocence all but established, and
love had come like a new great tide upon him. He was lonely now, and
thoroughly disturbed.

He had warned her she must go to live in some other house than her own;
nevertheless she might have proceeded to the Ninety-third Street
residence for things she would require. It was merely a hope. He made
up his mind to go to the house without delay, aware that the Robinsons
might make all haste to get there and gain an advantage.

Half an hour later he was once more in the place. The housekeeper
alone was in charge. No one had been there in his absence.

He had no intention of remaining long, with Dorothy to find, although
he felt inclined to await the possible advent of Theodore and his
father, whom he meant to eject from the place. As yet he dared not
attempt to order the arrest of the former, either for Dorothy's
abduction or the crime attempted on himself in the park. The risk was
too great--the risk to the fictional marriage between himself and
Dorothy.

He climbed the stairs, wandered aimlessly through the rooms, sat down,
waited, somewhat impatiently, tried to think what were best to do,
worried himself about Dorothy again, and finally made up his mind she
might attempt to wire him at hi