Brussels, she went at once to her
room, and locked the record which Lablanche had given her in her trunk.
There was nothing to be done now, until after luncheon.

When the meal was over, she asked one of the attendants, who seemed to
be a sort of housekeeper, or head nurse, if there would be any objection
to her taking the phonograph, which was a small and rather cheap affair,
to her room. She wished to amuse herself, she explained, playing over
some of the records.

The woman regarded her curiously for a moment, but as there seemed
nothing out of the way in the request, she assented, with the caution,
however, that she should not use the instrument except during the day.
"Some of our patients are very nervous," she explained. "It might annoy
them, if they were sleeping. Of course, if there are any complaints, you
will not continue."

Grace got one of the nurses to carry the instrument to her room, and
selected several records from those which she found in a cabinet on
which it stood. There were several American records--she took all of
these, and some others selected at random.

She did not play The Rosary at once, but made use of one of the other
records. The horn of the instrument she directed toward the open window.
When she had finished the first air, and adjusted her own record upon
the plate of the machine, she felt afraid that it might at once be
recognized as strange and new, but apparently no one paid any attention
to it.

She continued her playing as long as she dared without running the risk
of attracting undue attention. When at last she stopped, she felt as
though she never wanted to hear the strains of The Rosary again.

After dinner, she determined to disregard the suggestion of the
housekeeper to confine her playing to the daytime, and moving the
machine somewhat nearer the window, played the song over three times in
rapid succession. She had just begun to rewind the clockwork for a
fourth time when there was a loud knocking at the door, and Dr. Hartmann
entered hastily in response to her rather frightened "Come in."

He was scowling fiercely, and took no pains to conceal the fact that he
was angry. "Miss Ellicott," he growled, "we cannot possibly permit you
to play the instrument any longer. It annoys the other patients. I am
surprised that my housekeeper did not inform you so at once. Several
have already complained. I shall have to take it back to the library."
He gathered up the instrument