.

"How are you, Tuttle?" said Garrison. "Glad to see you. Come back in
fifteen minutes, will you? I want your report."

"Fifteen minutes; yes, sir," said Tuttle, and he backed from the place.

"Who was that?" said Dorothy. "Anyone connected with the case?"

"A man that Theodore hired to shadow me," said Garrison. "I took him
into camp and now he is shadowing Theodore. Let me ask you one or two
questions before he returns. You were ill the morning after I left,
and did not go at all to Eighteenth Street."

"I couldn't go," she said. "I tried not to give up and be so ill, but
perhaps the effects of the drug that the Robinsons employed caused the
trouble. At last I thought you might have written to the Eighteenth
Street address, so I sent around and got your letters, before I could
even send a wire."

"You wired because Fairfax had appeared?"

"Yes, I thought you ought to know."

"How did you know he was here in New York? Did he call at the house
where you were staying?"

"No. He sent a note declaring he would call. That was this morning.
Miss Ellis's friend, of the _Star_, had an intuition as to who we were,
that evening when he called. When I finally requested Miss Ellis to
ask him not to print more stories about us, he had already spoken to
the editor, and more of the matter had appeared. Since you left,
however, I haven't seen a single reporter."

"Fairfax got his clew to your whereabouts from the press, of course.
The question now is, where do you wish to go? And what do you wish me
to do--concerning the role I have filled?"

Dorothy was thoroughly disturbed by the topic.

"Oh, I don't know what to do," she confessed. "I wish I could never
see that man again! What do you advise?"

"We hardly know what the situation may require, till we discover more
about this latest will," said Garrison. "Things may be altered
materially. If you wish it, you can doubtless manage to secure a
separation from Fairfax. In the meantime I would strongly advise that
you rent an apartment without delay, where no one can find you again."

She looked at him wistfully. "Not even you?"

"I'm afraid you'll have to see me, once in a while," he told her,
suppressing the passionate outcry of his heart, "unless you wish to
secure the services of someone who will make no mistakes."

She was hurt. She loved him. Her nature cried out for the sure
protection of his arms, but her womanhood forbade. More than any