see that I am very fond of
him; he has been enormously kind to me."

She gave little heed to this, though she nodded her head slowly as
though she had counted upon his promise.

"You probably know that with all his oddities and whimsicalities he has
some theory of life that doesn't belong to our day. It may help you to
know that there's a crisis approaching in his affairs. He has hinted at
it for several years; it's a part of the mystery in which he wraps
himself; but I never know quite how to take him. He wears a smiling
mask. Please understand that it is because I love him so much that I am
saying these things to you; that and because I know I can trust you. You
are remaining with him, I hope--"

"Yes; we plan to be together for some time."

"If anything should happen to him I should like to know." She paused a
moment. "It was distinctly understood between us when he called me by
telephone this morning that I was not to hint in any way as to his
identity, or mine for that matter, and I shall not break faith with him.
He would be greatly displeased if he knew what I have said to you; but I
resolved after I had been in the house half an hour that I could count
on your aid. We have but a moment more."

She mused a moment and then with quick decision stepped to a writing
table, snatched a sheet of paper and wrote rapidly, while he filled in
the interval by talking of irrelevant things to guard against the chance
that the Governor might be on his way down and would note their silence.

She thrust the sheet into an envelope and sealed it.

"I trust you completely," she said, lingering with, a smile upon the
last word. "I shall be at that address until the first of October. You
can wire me in any emergency."

When the Governor reappeared they were seemingly in the midst of a
leisurely discussion of the drama.

"Back into the bag they go," said the Governor. "Everything's all right,
Julia. I checked up the items with my inventory and am entirely
satisfied. I'm delighted that you two get on so well together; but I
knew you would hit it off. Mr. Comly has been most kind and considerate,
Julia. In my long pilgrimage I have never before met a man so much to my
taste. The Wandering Jew and the Flying Dutchman had no such luck. Sweet
it is to wander with a good comrade, taking no care for the morrow, but
letting every day suffice unto itself."

He walked to a grand piano at the end of the room, sat down and began to
pl