"No, I still live in Patchogue," replied Winifred, dreamily. "It is so beautiful here, almost like heaven. I wonder if one could always be happy with every craving of the heart entirely satisfied?" "Positively not, unless the right man is at hand. The man I'm nursing now is such a gentleman! Oh, dear--a week or so, and away he goes to his home of plenty, while I go back to my poor little tenement. Rents are so awful, aren't they?" "We have never rented--father and mother always owned a little home, and since she died, we've continued to live there. I love the little place!" said Winifred, looking far out beyond the bay. "Of course you do, my dear child," purred Mrs. Duke, arising to go back to her charge. "I hope I'll meet you here to-morrow, Miss Barbour, when I come out for my airing. It's desperately trying to have no one to talk to." "Thank you, Mrs. Duke, I'll try to be on hand," was Winifred's reply, as the nurse sighed and arose to go. "That's a dear--you can't imagine the dreariness of a life like mine," sighed the nurse, turning to go. On hearing Mrs. Duke's story, Parkins' mind fairly sizzled with plans. It was a case of now or never so far as Winifred was concerned. He figured that no matter how much she might be frightened at the plans he had in mind, that she would calm down, once she saw how much he really cared for her--and the risk he took to save her from the fate of becoming the bride of a man so many years her senior. "Youth for the young--age cannot hold out against it," he soliloquized. "Now for a plan of action," said he, in lowered voice, to Mrs. Duke. "Take these memorandums, please," he whispered, reaching under the top mattress. "Read them carefully, and by all means live up to them. Go to your room and lock yourself in while you memorize each item of the plan. Now is the time--quick!" he whispered, his eyes afire with suppressed excitement. Mrs. Duke was amazed at the skill of her patient. She read the pages thrice over, each time in a whispered monotone, her lips moving rapidly. The instructions read: 1. During your afternoon walk, go to telephone booth in Murray's Wayside Lunch Room--half a mile east, on the opposite side of the Motor Parkway. 2. Call up Daniel McGonigal--Murray Hill 10011--be sure that you talk to Dan--no one else--tell him who you are, and whom you represent. Also tell him about the accident. 3. Read him the note addressed to him. 4. If he seems uncertain tell him its $500 if successful; $250 if we lose. 5. He is to have a high-power limousine at the beach end of the private road on the east hedge line of the Sawyer home--to-morrow morning at eleven sharp--with instructions to take on two women--if not there to wait one hour--then go home. You will be the other woman. 6. The driver to be accompanied by a uniformed assistant who will sit beside him unless you need him inside--if there is a struggle.