could say a word she had left him and
running up the steps, disappeared inside the nearest vestibule.

For a moment only he hesitated, then went far enough in the walk to
make sure of the house number, jotting it down on the back of an
envelope. A large white card in one of the front windows announced
"Board and Rooms." He went away, determined to return next day and
have a chat with the landlady. Perhaps he might even go so far as to
rent a room from her for a time.

But when Kendrick called next morning in pursuance of this plan he was
surprised to find that no young woman such as he described lived there.
The landlady proved to be an elderly widow who was quite talkative once
she had satisfied herself that the polite, good-looking young man with
the pleasant smile was not an agent seeking to walk away with some of
her hard-earned dollars. Miss Margaret Williams? No, there was nobody
living there by that name. The only stenographer she had among her
boarders at present was a Miss Turner who worked in the office of a
candy factory, not a lawyer's office at all. And sometimes of a
Saturday she brought home a big box of candy for Sunday, knowing that
Mrs. Parker had such a sweet tooth, and she was such an obliging girl,
was Miss Turner, and getting along so well at the office, she was.
Only the other night she had made the remark----

Phil got away at last. He was not interested in the fortunes of Miss
Turner or the gossip of Mrs. Parker's boarding-house. He was too
supremely interested in the strange actions of the mysterious Miss
Williams. Darn the girl anyway! She deliberately had run inside the
first boarding-house they had come to, stopping calmly in the vestibule
until he had gone his way, when she probably had come out again and
gone home without an escort. Or perhaps she had met Stiles again. Or
perhaps----

"What d'you know about it?" he muttered as he sat down on a boulevard
railing and mopped his forehead in disgust.

Well, if this girl sought to avoid him she was going the wrong way
about it. You bet he would make it his business now to find out
exactly what was what; also what her friend, Jimmy Stiles, was up to.
People here in Toronto didn't go around following other people and
being set upon in the public parks--not ordinarily. The more he
thought it over the more certain he became that their actions were
linked up somehow with his own investigations. Why not? The girl had
spied upon