dodged around a corner and dropped over behind the nearest hedge.

The sound of running steps ceased. But the man evidently was
attempting something to which he was unaccustomed; for on reaching the
corner he stopped, bewildered by the sudden disappearance of his
quarry. He stood there foolishly, staring about uncertainly and
grumbling to himself.

Kendrick peered out from his hiding-place with some amusement at this
discomfiture. The nearest arc light was too far away for a clear look
at the man; but just as Phil was about to jump the hedge and boldly
demand an explanation the other lighted a cigarette and with a shrug of
the shoulders went his way, leaving Kendrick sitting back on his heels,
racking his memory.

Revealed in the glow of the match the face had seemed familiar. The
young fellow was a full block away, however, before he recalled the
features. It was James Stiles, the young chap Nat Lawson had just been
telling him about and whose photo he had been studying with much
interest an hour or two ago.

Over the hedge went Kendrick just in time to see Jimmy Stiles disappear
around a corner. He ran rapidly down the street, keeping to the
boulevard turf, and when he reached the corner he waited until his man
was sufficiently in the lead to avoid discovery, then sauntered along
in the same direction just far enough behind to keep the other in
sight. For Phil's curiosity was now justifiably awake and he
determined to find out where young Stiles went, perhaps overhaul him
and ask him to explain himself.

With the situation thus reversed they progressed for several blocks
without incident. Jimmy Stiles was stepping out with the briskness of
one who knows exactly where he is going and is in a hurry to get there.
He did not alter his stride for perhaps twenty minutes; but as they
swung down towards Allan Gardens his pace became more leisurely, and
opposite the park itself he abruptly halted, looking this way and that
as if expecting to meet somebody here. In further support of this
interpretation he began to stroll slowly back and forth, occasionally
glancing at his watch.

Kendrick took up a position in the shadows where he could look on
without danger of observation, and waited patiently. Before long a
young woman approached from a sidestreet. Stiles raised his hat and
the two went into the park and sat down on a bench, where they soon
become lost in earnest conversation.

"'In the Spring a young ma