Adrian had gone to the mill, and father, having thrown Beresford out and asserted his principals, had not thrown him out, BUT HAD GIVEN HIM A JOB IN THE MILL. And the Policeman had given him no chance to escape, which he attempted. He was dragged to the shell plant and there locked in, because of spies. The plant is under military guard. And there he had been compelled to drag a wheelbarrow back and forth containing charcoal for a small furnace, for hours! Even when Carter found him he could not be released, as father was in hiding from reporters, and would not go to the telephone or see callers. He labored until 10 p.m., while the theater remained dark, and people got their money back. I have ruined him. I have also ruined Miss Everett's cousin. * * * * * The nurse is still asleep. I think I will enter a hospital. My career is ended, my life is blasted. I reach under the mattress and draw out the picture of him who today I have ruined, compelling him to do manual labor for hours, although unaccustomed to it. He is a great actor, and I believe has a future. But my love for him is dead. Dear Diary, he deceived me, and that is one thing I cannot forgive. So now I sit here among my pillows, while the nurse sleeps, and I reflect about many things. But one speech rings in my ears over and over. Carter Brooks, on learning about Switzerland, said it in a strange manner, looking at me with inscrutable eyes. "Switzerland! Why, Bab--I don't want you to go so far away." WHAT DID HE MEAN BY IT? * * * * * Dear Dairy, you will have to be burned, I daresay. Perhaps it is as well. I have p o r e d out my H-e-a-r-t----