n, might involve considerable risk of discovery, she
dressed herself as simply as possible, in a dark-gray suit and white
shirtwaist.

She had her breakfast in her room, and then told the nurse that she
intended to take a walk in the grounds. During breakfast she complained
of the bread which was served her--and informed the maid that in her
country people ate hot bread at breakfast. The woman seemed surprised.
"Hot bread!" she exclaimed. "_Mon Dieu!_ Who ever heard of such a
thing."

"If you bake your bread here in the house," Grace went on, "you could
easily serve hot bread or rolls to me."

"Impossible, mademoiselle. All our bread comes from a bakery in the
city. A young man brings it each morning at ten o'clock."

Grace laughed inwardly. This was just the information for which she was
seeking. It was then a little after nine. She felt tired and worn from
her almost sleepless night, and her appearance showed it. When she told
the nurse that she intended to take a stroll, and get some air, the
latter nodded. "Dr. Hartmann has recommended it," she said. "He is a
great believer in the value of fresh air." The woman made no reference
to the events of the night before, nor did Grace. She knew that sleep
walkers were not supposed to remember anything that occurred during
their attacks of somnambulism.

On the way out she met Dr. Hartmann, returning from his after-breakfast
constitutional. He was just entering his office. "Good morning, Miss
Ellicott," he said, pleasantly. "May I ask you to step inside a moment?
There are a few questions I should like to ask you."

She obeyed, much against her will. It was nearly half-past nine, she
knew, and she must not miss the delivery man, if she was to send her
message to Brussels. She heard the doctor saying that he would detain
her but a few moments.

His first question sent the color to her cheeks, and she hesitated
before answering it, realizing that it was a trap. "Do you feel any the
worse, miss, from the experiences of last night?" he inquired.

For a moment she was about to say "no," but caught herself in time.
"What experiences?" she asked, innocently enough. "Did I have an
attack?"

She fancied that the doctor appeared relieved. He smiled as he replied.
"You wandered about a little. The nurse must have been negligent. I have
reprimanded her. You might readily have a serious accident, if left to
yourself."

Grace looked at him with a smile which scarcely conceale