way,
watching her, however, out of the corner of his eye, as though he
considered her a suspicious character.

Grace leaned over and examined the register. There were three entries
upon it, in a handwriting clearly that of her husband. "Mrs. Bradley and
maid," the first entry said. "Miss Bradley," the second. They had been
assigned a suite of rooms. The third and last entry was "John Bradley."
His room adjoined the suite. All three were set down as hailing from
Boston.

Grace puzzled for a long time over this mysterious series of entries
without arriving at any definite conclusion regarding them. Where was
the so-called Mrs. Bradley? And why had her husband assumed the same
name? Was he posing as Ruth Morton's brother, and if so, for what
reason? She could not make head or tail of the matter, and wondered
whether she had better send up her card, or write Richard a note and
leave it for him, telling of the warning. While she was debating the
matter in her mind, she suddenly saw him emerge from one of the
elevators at the opposite side of the lobby, and come toward the desk.

Grace approached him at once, glad that the matter had been so simply
arranged.

"Richard," she said, in a low voice. "I want to speak to you."

The gentleman she had addressed regarded her with a frown.

"My name is not Richard, madam," he said, pointedly. "I am John Bradley.
You must have made a mistake." With a polite bow he passed on.

Grace was completely taken aback. She knew that between them there
existed a tacit understanding never to address each other, in public,
during the progress of a case, unless requested to do so by some sign.
But she felt that she had important information to give her husband, and
then, she _had_ been a trifle jealous and annoyed. The thought that she
had committed an error filled her with chagrin. Without a word, she left
the hotel.

At a nearby corner she stepped into a telephone booth, and calling up
the hotel, asked to speak to Mr. John Bradley. In a few moments she
heard Richard's familiar tones.

"This is Grace," she said quickly. "I'm sorry I spoke to you, just now,
but I wanted to tell you that some woman telephoned the hotel to-day,
and left a warning to the effect that if you did not keep out of Miss
Morton's affairs, you would be in serious danger."

"How did you know where I was?" Duvall asked.

"I saw you leave the hotel, and followed you."

"You should not have done so."

"But I wanted