As days pass John is tortured by alternate hope and disappointment. Detectives make reports, but nothing comes of their search. He grows haggard and desperate. Catherine comes again to office with an appeal to his patriotism. Expresses herself as shocked by change in him. Gets generous check for her proposed philanthropy abroad. Suggests sarcastically: (_Insert_) “_Better join me in this sail overseas. With your money and your sympathy for waywardness, you’d find a lot to do in demoralized Europe._” John scorns even to refuse. Once outside office, Catherine seeks a telephone booth. Gets her own detective agency. Orders extra close watch on husband’s movements. (_On Screen_) THE SECOND TURN At his club John finds himself distracted. Cannot listen to conversation of friends. Seeks office. Over telephone gets the usual assurance from his detective that “something” is about to happen. Decides to wait at office. Looks at desk calendar. (_Show--October 31, date of Dolores’ death._) John paces floor through terrible night. Imagines forms of Amor and Innocentia pleading with him. Sees reproachful face of Jack peering at him from the shadows. Curses past weakness and present impotency. The while, in bedroom at Cabot town-house, Catherine sleeps. Smiles like innocent child in her guilty dreams. Dolores’ landlady arises from sound slumber. Goes about her sordid tasks. Smells gas. Traces it. Airedale is on guard outside tenant’s door. Landlady entices him away with bit of meat from kitchen below. Breaks into room. Makes startling discovery. Mother and babe dead upon the bed. Her first thought after turning off gas is for meter. Reads it. Gets greatly excited. In kitchen landlady retrieves Dolores’ advertisement and money for payment. On consideration, decides that best chance of getting bill paid by a dead tenant lies in possible live answer to the ad. Goes to _Times_ office on belated errand. Proffers “personal.” (_On Screen_) In this wise--and only one day late--the “Personal” of Dolores Trent appears. In office of afternoon newspaper veiled ad. catches eye of sub-editor. (_On Screen in Print_) _Wasted_ _Unless you come to me at once._ _979 East 17th Street._ Editor calls reporter, who goes to East Side address. John emerges from club with copy of _Times_ under arm. At curb buys copies of two other newspapers. As gets into limousine, lets one--the _Times_--fall into mud. (_On Screen_) As usually happens, the “Personal” is not read by the person for whom intended. John glances at fallen paper regretfully. As cab starts, turns to financial pages of other paper. Up street wind drives copy of _Times_. Blows it open. (_On Screen in Print_) _Wasted_ _Unless you come to me at once._ _979 East 17th Street._ Hoof of dray horse stamps out legibility of printed words. (_On Screen_) Well it is for the solving of mysteries that the public need not depend upon the mysterious ways of detective agencies.