o her brother.

"Perfectly," Sally assented eagerly; "only--who is Edna English?"

"Mrs. Cornwallis English. You must have heard of her."

"Oh, yes, in the newspapers . . ."

"Social uplift's her fad. She's done a lot of work among
department-store girls."

"To their infinite annoyance," interpolated Savage.

"At all events, that's how she came to notice you."

"I see," said Sally humbly.

"You may fill in the outlines at your discretion," Mrs. Standish
pursued sweetly. "That's all I know about you. You called at the house
with the letter from Mrs. English yesterday afternoon, and I took a
fancy to you and, knowing that Aunt Abby needed a secretary, brought
you along."

"Thank you," said Sally. "I hope you understand how grate--"

"That's quite understood. Let us say no more about it."

"Considerable story," Savage approved. "But what became of the letter
of introduction?"

"I mislaid it," his sister explained complacently. "Don't I mislay
everything?"

For once the young man was dumb with admiration. But his look was
eloquent.

Deep thought held the amateur adventuress spellbound for some minutes.
"There's only one thing," she said suddenly, with a puzzled frown.

"And that?" Mrs. Standish prompted.

"What about the burglary? Your servants, when they came home last
night, must have noticed and notified the police."

"Oh, I say!" Savage exclaimed blankly.

"Don't let's worry about that," Mrs. Standish interrupted. "We can
easily let it be understood that what was stolen was later recovered
from--whatever they call the places where thieves dispose of their
stealings."

"That covers everything," Savage insisted impatiently. "Do come along.
There's the car waiting."

Coincident with this announcement a series of slight jars shook the
steamer, and with surprise Sally discovered that, without her
knowledge in the preoccupation of being fitted with a completely new
identity, the vessel had rounded a wooded headland, opening up a deep
harbour dotted with pleasure craft, and was already nuzzling the town
wharf of a sizable community.

She rose and followed her fellow conspirators aft and below to the
gangway, her mind registering fresh impressions with the
rapidity of a cinema film.

The grey cliff had given place to green-clad bluffs sown thick with
cottages of all sorts, from the quaintly hideous and the obviously
inexpensive to the bewitchingly pretty and the pretentiously ornate
--a haphazard