isible sign of Jack Glover's unwarranted
authority, and slowly there was creeping into her mind a suspicion that
Jean Briggerland might not have been mistaken when she spoke of Jack's
penchant for "ordering people about."

Life was growing bigger for her. She had broken down the barriers which
had confined her to a narrow promenade between office and home. The
hours which she had had to devote to work were now entirely free, and
she could sketch or paint whenever the fancy took her--which was not
very often, though she promised herself a period of hard work when once
she was settled down.

Toward the good-looking young lawyer her point of view had shifted. She
hardly knew herself how she regarded him. He irritated, and yet in some
indefinable way, pleased her. His sincerity--? She did not doubt his
sincerity. She admitted to herself that she wished he would call a
little more frequently than he did. He might have persuaded her that
Jaggs was a necessary evil, but he hadn't even taken the trouble to
come. Therefore--but this she did not admit--Jaggs must go.

"I don't think the old gentleman's quite right in his head, you know,
sometimes," said Mrs. Morgan.

"Why ever not, Mrs. Morgan?" asked the girl in surprise.

"I often hear him sniggering to himself as I go past his door. I suppose
he stays in his room all night, miss?"

"He doesn't," said the girl emphatically, "and that's why he's going. I
heard him in the passage at two o'clock this morning; I'm getting into
such a state of nerves that the slightest sound awakens me. He had his
boots off and was creeping about in his stockings, and when I went out
and switched the light on he bolted back to his room. I can't have that
sort of thing going on, and I won't! it's altogether too creepy!"

Mrs. Morgan agreed.

Lydia had not been out in the evening for several days, she remembered,
as she began to undress for the night. The weather had been unpleasant,
and to stay in the warm, comfortable flat was no great hardship. Even if
she had gone out, Jaggs would have accompanied her, she thought
ironically.

And then she had a little twinge of conscience, remembering that Jaggs's
presence on a memorable afternoon had saved her from destruction.

She wondered for the twentieth time what was old Jaggs's history, and
where Jack had found him. Once she had been tempted to ask Jaggs
himself, but the old man had fenced with the question, and had talked
vaguely of having wo