n a voice that sounded perilously like that of Leslie
Cairns.

Marjorie gave a little amused laugh. She stared straight at the red mask
with tantalizing eyes. "Were you speaking to me?" she inquired with a
cool discomfiting sweetness that made the eyes looking into hers snap.

"Prisoner, you are insolent." The red mask was careful this time to
speak in the earlier hoarse disguised voice.

"I mean to be. It is time to end this farce, I think. So far as
treachery, malice and truth are concerned you, not I," Marjorie swept
the tense, listening group with an inclusive gesture, "are guilty. Some
one of you deliberately wrote me a lying note in order to get me here.
Now I am here, but your whole scheme has fallen flat because I am not
afraid. You thought I would be. I will say again what I said to a number
of you on the campus last March: How silly you are!"

CHAPTER XXI.

LOOKOUTS REAL AND TRUE.

While Marjorie had gone on to the reception a la masque which had been
prepared for her, Jerry had donned her infant costume in a far from
happy humor. She could not get over her feeling of resentment against
Anna Towne, though she knew it was hardly just. Twice during the
progress of her dressing she picked up the note from the chiffonier and
re-read it with knitted brows. There was something in the assured style
of it that went against the grain.

"Where's Marjorie?" was Ronny's first speech as shortly after seven she
flitted into the room looking like a veritable butterfly in her gorgeous
black and yellow costume. "I am anxious to see her as a doll. I know she
will be simply exquisite."

"She certainly looked sweet," returned Jerry. She paused, eyeing Ronny
in mild surprise. Ronny had broken into a hearty laugh. Jerry as an
infant was so irresistibly funny. Her chubby figure in the high-waisted
tucked and belaced gown and her round face looking out from the fluted
lace frills of a close-fitting bonnet made her appear precisely like a
large-sized baby.

"Oh, I see. You're laughing at me. Aren't you rude, though? Ma-ma-a-a!"
Jerry set up a grieved wail.

"You are a great success, Jeremiah." Ronny continued to laugh as Jerry
performed an infantile solo with a white celluloid rattle. "Where is
Marjorie? I asked you once but you didn't answer."

"Read that. Marjorie said I was to show it to the Lookouts." Jerry
picked up the letter from the chiffonier and handed it to Ronny.

"How unfortunate!" was Ronny's excla