How could she get twenty thousand dollars to pay the ransom? She bent her head in thought. She had been instrumental in the ruin and disgrace of her only brother's happy home. If it was in human power to restore happiness to that home, she would do it. The Italian is in desperate need of money. She could hypothecate her income; sell her jewels. "I will offer him all I can possibly obtain--then, if he will not release Dorothy," and her voice took on a soft, strange, resolute calmness. "God helping me, I will take her from him, even though," and she looked at her own little white hands, "these do become stained red in the work." Then she made her way out of the park, and returned to her home. CHAPTER VI. Sam had followed Virginia and stood unseen within ten yards of her when that morning she sat under the maple after she had left Constance. He noted how absorbed she was in thought--noted her grave, white, shocked face, and her bowed head. His sympathy went out to her. Oh, what wouldn't he then have given to be able to clasp her in his arms, to comfort her--the woman he so madly loved! Though free and impulsive in his manner with other women, to her he was as coy and modest and respectful as a boy of fifteen. He lingered near the premises for a time, from an impelling sympathy to be near her in her trouble, and hoping she would re-appear, but in that he was disappointed. He returned again in the evening, resolved to call on her. He ascended the piazza steps and crossed to the door, but somehow at the moment could not muster courage to push the button. After meditating for a moment, he turned and softly passed along the piazza. On reaching the south extension he halted, for the sound of a door softly closing caught his ear, and then he saw Virginia emerging from the side entrance, closely veiled. In a moment Sam was all alertness. He wondered at her veiled appearance at that hour, about half past ten, and at her avoiding the main front entrance. He followed at a distance and saw her enter a Washington and Twenty-third street car. He boarded the next one that came along. Fortunately the interval between the two cars was short, there having been a breakdown on Fifth and Washington streets, resulting in the cars being bunched. Sam stood at the front end of the car beside the motorman, and in the darkness--the front inside blinds being down--was able to keep a sharp lookout at the car just ahead. At the intersection of Washington and Twenty-third streets, the forward car stopped, and he distinctly saw a woman alight. "Virginia!" he muttered, and as his car passed on, he saw her walking toward the park entrance. One block further along Twenty-third street Sam alighted, and rapidly retraced his steps to Washington street. On rounding the corner, and coming into view of the park entrance, where blazed an arc light, he caught sight of her again, entering the gateway. Sam briskly covered the distance, keeping well under the line of shadows.