lliamson."

"Marjorie Williamson! Why, that is the girl he told me about. She was
one of Wyck's victims," said May, in surprise.

"They're coming back," said Hil, as the gentlemen entered the box.

"Too bad of us to go and leave you," observed Philamore, with a smile.

"Oh, we don't mind."

"Did you know Miss Williamson in London?" asked Hil of him.

"Slightly. As much as one knows the leading stars," he replied.

"Was she a star there?"

"Yes, she was rather successful, but I believe she got into some trouble
and had to retire, contrary to the general rule, for it usually adds to
their celebrity."

"What trouble?" asked May, curiously.

"That's more than I can tell. You see we never notice these things in
England, they are every-day occurrences. I don't think I should have
recognised her but for her voice," answered Philamore, indifferently.

"Where did you meet your friend, Mr. Goodchild?" asked Reg, when they
stood outside the box.

"At the hotel. He only arrived from England a few days ago. He seems a
very pleasant young fellow and is well connected at home, knows the
Governor, and moves in good society."

"I don't care about him," said Hal. "I have taken an unreasonable
dislike to him. I have a certain repellent feeling when he speaks to
me."

"It's strange he should know Marjorie Williamson, too," said Reg.

"Oh, I suppose everybody about town, who sees an actress on the stage,
thinks himself entitled to claim acquaintance with her."

"Yes, I suppose so. I must call on her. I wonder where she is staying."

"No idea, but we can soon find out," and walking to one of the
attendants, came back and said: "Petty's Hotel."

"Why that's close to the "Grosvenor." We will call to-morrow. I shall be
awfully glad to see her again."

"And she'll be glad to see you, old chap, I should think."

At the close of the performance, the boys saw the girls to their
carriage and, promising to call on the following day, bade Goody and his
friend good-night, and walked to their hotel.

The boys strolled along in silence, and each guessed that the same thing
occupied their thoughts. At last, Hal said:

"Look here, Reg, ever since I had that dream in which I saw Wyck and
Dick laughing over our failure, I cannot forgive myself for not stopping
at Toowoomba, and seeing Bill Adams, and making sure that Wyck is dead,
for we have only old Brown's word for it, and he is the kind of fellow
that would do anything for mone