Sally sighed. "I suppose it is like that. It must be." She looked at him thoughtfully for so long a time that Horry began to get red once more and to fidget on his chair. "There must be a cure for it if we could only find it," she murmured. "Horry," she said suddenly, "do you suppose Harry would be willing to keep track of Charlie's movements--without Charlie's knowing, I mean? For a while?" "Kn--n--now he w--would." "And would he telegraph me when Charlie goes into that place again--and just as soon as he can find out? I ought to know as early in the evening as possible--by six or seven o'clock." "H--he w--will if he c--c--can f--f--find out in t--t--time. W--w--wouldn't always b--be s--so easy. I'll t--take c--care of that, Sally." "Thank you. I shall be very grateful to you both." Sally went out to Doctor Sanderson's the next afternoon. Fox saw her coming and went to meet her. "How is Patty, Fox?" she asked. She jumped lightly out of the carriage and stood beside him. He seemed distinctly disappointed at the question. "So that is what you came for," he replied. "I hoped it might have had something to do with me." He sighed. "Patty's all right, I think. Are you going up to see her?" Sally shook her head. "I came to see you, Fox. I want to ask your advice." "That changes the face of nature," he returned cheerfully. "Will you come into the office--or anywhere else that you like." They went into Fox's office and he got her settled in a chair. "That's the most generally comfortable chair. It's my consultation chair. I want my patients to be as comfortable as possible before they begin." Sally laughed a little. "Now, you sit down and put on your professional expression." "It is not difficult to look sympathetic with you, in advance, Sally." "It is really a serious matter." She was silent for a moment. "Fox," she said then abruptly, "Charlie has been gambling." "Yes." "You aren't surprised?" "No." "And he has used Patty's money, I don't doubt." "Yes." "_Fox!_" she cried impatiently. "Did you know all this before? If you did, I think you might have told me." "No," he replied gently, "I did not know it. I only suspected it. You had as much reason to suspect it as I had." Sally shook her head. "I didn't know all the circumstances--about Patty's money, for instance. I'm afraid she gave it to him. I don't know how much." "Neither do I." "I must find out and pay her." She was silent again, leaning her chin on her hand and gazing at Fox. "How can I find out, Fox?" "I hardly know, Sally." He was silent, in his turn. "It's no use to ask her, I suppose. You might ask Dick how much was--er--unaccounted for." "I might." She nodded with satisfaction. "I will. I shall pay it back. And I must stop Charlie's gambling. I've got to. I've thought and thought--for a whole day." She laughed shortly. "I'm no nearer than I was in half an hour. Oh, Fox, tell me how."