rned to her
the memory of how Harry and the blue-eyed Chinaman had looked when she
had turned from the window and seen them standing together in the back
of the shop.

"You do look ill," Clara remarked. "Why don't you stay in bed, and not
try to see any one?"

Flora murmured that that was her intention, but she was far from
speaking the truth. She only waited to make sure of Clara's being in her
own rooms to get out of the house and telephone to Harry.

It was not far to the nearest booth, a block or two down the
cross-street. She rang, first, the office. The word came back promptly
in his partner's voice. He had gone to Burlingame by the early train. It
was the same at the club. He must be in town, then, on secret business.
She left the apothecary's and, with serious face, walked on down the
street, away from her house. She was thinking that now she knew Harry
had lied to her. And it was the second time. But perhaps it was just
because he thought her innocent that he was keeping her so in the dark.
Suppose she should tell him flatly what she had found out about him
to-day?

She walked rapidly, in her excitement, turning the troubling question
over in her mind. She did not realize how far she had gone until some
girl she knew, passing and nodding to her, called her out of her
reverie. She was almost in front of the University Club. A few blocks
more and she would be in the shopping district. She hesitated, then
decided that it would be better to walk a little further and take a
cross-town car.

A group of men was leaving the club. Two lingered on the steps, the
other coming quickly out. At sight of him, she averted her face, and,
hurrying, turned the corner and walked down a block. Her heart was
beating rapidly. What if he had seen her! She looked about--there was no
cab in sight--the best thing to do was to slip into one of the crowded
shops, full of women, and wait until the danger had passed. Once inside
the door of the nearest, she felt herself, with relief, only one of a
horde of pricers, lookers and buyers. She felt as if she had lost her
identity. She went to the nearest counter and asked for veils. Partly
concealed behind the bulk of the woman next her, she kept her eye on the
door. She saw Kerr come in. How absurd to think that she could escape
him! She turned her back and waited a moment or two, still hoping he
might pass her by. Then, she heard his voice behind her:

"Well, this is luck!"

She was c