tell us anything you may know as to where he is or what he may
be doing. We all liked him here so very much....

She signed her name. There were still two other letters to write.
Only the handwriting of the address upon the package, the Manitowoc
postmark and the shoe box furnished clue to the sender of the ring and
the watch and the other things. Constance herself could not trace
those clues, but Henry or her father could. She wrote to both of them,
therefore, describing the articles which had come and relating what she
had done. Then she rang for a servant and sent the letters to the
post. They were in time to catch the "dummy" train around the bay and,
at Petoskey, would get into the afternoon mail. The two for Chicago
would be delivered early the next morning, so she could expect replies
from Henry and her father on the second day; the letter to Kansas, of
course, would take much longer than that.

But the next noon she received a wire from Henry that he was "coming
up." It did not surprise her, as she had expected him the end of the
week.

Late that evening, she sat with her mother on the wide, screened
veranda. The breeze among the pines had died away; the lake was calm.
A half moon hung midway in the sky, making plain the hills about the
bay and casting a broadening way of silver on the mirror surface of the
water. The lights of some boat turning in between the points and
moving swiftly caught her attention. As it entered the path of the
moonlight, its look was so like that of Henry's power yacht that she
arose. She had not expected him until morning; but now the boat was so
near that she could no longer doubt that it was his. He must have
started within an hour of the receipt of her letter and had been
forcing his engines to their fastest all the way up.

He had done that partly, perhaps, for the sheer sport of speed; but
partly also for the sake of being sooner with her. It was his way, as
soon as he had decided to leave business again and go to her, to arrive
as soon as possible; that had been his way recently, particularly. So
the sight of the yacht stirred her warmly and she watched while it ran
in close, stopped and instantly dropped a dingey from the davits. She
saw Henry in the stern of the little boat; it disappeared in the shadow
of a pier ... she heard, presently, the gravel of the walk crunch under
his quick steps, and then she saw him in the moonlight among the trees.
The impet