ng in his best specimens, and putting them in water
on Clayton's desk. His pressed glass vase was still there, empty.

Then his mind went back to Herman Klein. He had a daughter in the mill.
She was earning the livelihood for the family now, temporarily. And the
Germans were thrifty. If for no other reason he thought Klein would not
imperil either his daughter's safety or her salary.

There was a good bit of talk about German hate, but surely there was no
hate in Klein.

Something else Dunbar had said stuck in his mind.

"We've got to get wise, and soon. It's too big a job for the regular
departments to handle. Every city in the country and every town ought
to have a civilian organization to watch and to fight it if it has to.
They're hiding among us everywhere, and every citizen has got to be a
sleuth, if we're to counter their moves. Every man his own detective!"

He had smiled as he said it, but Clayton had surmised a great
earnestness and considerable knowledge behind the smile.

CHAPTER X

Delight Haverford was to come out in December, but there were times when
the Doctor wondered if she was really as keen about it as she pretended
to be. He found her once or twice, her usually active hands idle in her
lap, and a pensive droop to her humorous young mouth.

"Tired, honey?" he asked, on one of those occasions.

"No. Just talking to myself."

"Say a few nice things for me, while you're about it, then."

"Nice things! I don't deserve them."

"What awful crime have you been committing? Break it to me gently. You
know my weak heart."

"Your tobacco heart!" she said, severely. "Well, I've been committing a
mental murder, if you want to know the facts. Don't protest. It's done.
She's quite dead already."

"Good gracious! And I have reared this young viper! Who is she?"

"I don't intend to make you an accessory, daddy."

But' behind her smile he felt a real hurt. He would have given a great
deal to have taken her in his arms and tried to coax out her trouble
so he might comfort her. But that essential fineness in him which
his worldliness only covered like a veneer told him not to force her
confidence. Only, he wandered off rather disconsolately to hunt his pipe
and to try to realize that Delight was now a woman grown, and liable to
woman's heart-aches.

"What do you think it is?" he asked that night, when after her nightly
custom Mrs. Haverford had reached over from the bed beside his and with
a