ody knows where
she is."

"And her husband had gone, long before I left the house. I was watching,
and he first went to a saloon on the corner, and then drove off in a
taxicab. So I couldn't have been followed here."

"No. But I think we ought to get away as soon as possible. When does
that train go?"

"Not until half past five."

"We'll have to wait in the station, then."

"Why not here?"

"Because that woman's husband, when she fails to return to-night, is
certain to look for her. She probably came in a cab, and he might trace
her that way. My advice is to leave here as soon as possible. Have you
finished packing that suit case?"

"No, not quite. What do you propose to do with Jack?"

"I was going to take him with me."

"I don't see how you can do that."

"Why not?"

"Because, if any attempt is made to follow us, he would be a certain
means of identification."

There was silence for a time. Grace heard the sounds of drawers being
opened and shut, as the two women hurried through their task. Who was
Jack, she wondered? There had been no sounds to indicate the presence of
a third person in the next room.

Presently she heard the voices again.

"I think the whole affair has been a mistake, anyway," one of them said
petulantly. "I don't see what you have gained by it."

"I've gotten my revenge on that baby-faced Morton girl. The stuck-up
thing. I'll bet she won't act again in a hurry. What right has she to be
getting a thousand a week, when they wouldn't give me a chance at any
price. I may not be as good-looking as she is, but I'm a better actress.
I hate her. I believe she told the director I wouldn't do--that's why I
didn't get the job. And after running down to the studio every day for
three weeks, too. I hate her, I tell you. I hope she's never able to act
again." The woman spoke with an intensity, a violence that made Grace
shudder.

"How do you ever suppose they came to connect _me_ with the matter?" the
other woman said after a time. "They didn't know my address, at the
studio. And even if they had, I have never been seen with you. I don't
see why they ever suspected me."

"I don't know. That man Duvall is pretty shrewd, though. I _did_ manage
to get away from him, the other night. I'd like to have seen his face,
when he got back to the cab and found me gone."

"His wife followed you here, from the hotel, I suppose. You took an
awful chance."

"I don't understand how she traced me. I kne