and
find out at once who that pretty little creature is--and what she
wants."

CHAPTER XXXIV.

The sunny summer days came and went, lengthening themselves into long
weeks before Daisy Brooks opened her eyes to consciousness. No clew
could be found as to who the beautiful young stranger was.

Mr. Tudor had proposed sending her to the hospital--but to this
proposition his wife would not listen.

"No, indeed, Harvey," she exclaimed, twisting the soft, golden curls
over her white fingers, "she shall stay here where I can watch over
her myself, poor little dear."

"You amaze me, my dear," expostulated her husband, mildly. "You can
not tell who you may be harboring."

"Now, Harvey," exclaimed the little woman, bending over the beautiful,
still, white face resting against the crimson satin pillow, "don't
insinuate there could be anything wrong with this poor child. My
woman's judgment tells me she is as pure as those lilies in yonder
fountain's bed."

"If you had seen as much of the world as I have, my dear, you would
take little stock in the innocence of beautiful women; very homely
women are rarely dangerous."

"There is no use in arguing the point, Harvey. I have determined she
shall not be sent to the hospital, and she shall stay here."

Mrs. Tudor carried the point, as she always did in every argument.

"Well, my dear, if any ill consequences arise from this piece of folly
of yours, remember, I shirk all responsibility."

"'When a woman will, she will, you may depend on't,
And when she won't--she won't, and there's an end on't,'"

he quoted, dryly. "I sincerely hope you will not rue it."

"Now, you would be surprised, my dear, to find out at some future time
you had been entertaining an angel unawares."

"I should be _extremely_ surprised; you have put it mildly, my
dear--nay, I may say dumbfounded--to find an angel dwelling down here
below among us sinners. My experience has led me to believe the best
place for angels is up above where they belong. I am glad that _you_
have such pretty little notions, though, my dear. It is not best for
women to know too much of the ways of the world."

"Harvey, you shock me!" cried the little lady, holding up her hands in
horror at her liege lord's remarks.

Still she had her own way in the matter, and Daisy stayed.

Every day the detective grew more mystified as to who in the world she
could be. One thing was certain, she had seen some great tr