7. You will meet the girl at the beach on your morning walk, same as to-day. If she doesn't show up within an hour--come back. 8. If she comes, suggest a walk, east along the beach--for fine view of wonderful gardens--not to be seen in any other way. 9. My room faces right for full observation--I will be in readiness to escape, and will be at the Parkway corner by the time the car arrives. If I fail, go on without me to Herman's--the chauffeur will know. 10. Reassure the girl--soothe her--tell her of my great love--and don't forget the $1000 you will receive--if successful! Thus was disclosed to Mrs. Duke the processes of the Parkins' mind, and--"Wonderful!"--that was her thought as she tucked the instructions in the bosom of her dress. She gloried in the part she was to take in defeating the purpose of the rich Villard--and later on--when taking her fresh air ramble she walked into the booth at Murray's and telephoned McGonigal. At first he refused the job, but finally relented upon the grounds of old friendship. The price was too low for the job, even if it turned out to be a mere elopement. He very much doubted that version, for he knew Parkins too well. But Mrs. Duke succeeded in every way and arrived back in the sick room with triumphant eyes and a thumping heart. "You have served me well!" said Parkins, patting the hand she laid on his forehead in search of fever. There was none, whereat her eyes beamed with delight. "To-morrow," he continued, "is a fateful day for both of us. It means joy or sorrow. I'm putting all of the 'eggs in one basket'--we must win or die! Villard is not asleep! Neither is Updyke! They think I'm too ill to try anything--so we will show them a thing or two." "I'll help you against that money shark to my dying breath," replied the nurse, her eyes envenomed with hatred for such as he. "The girl is yours--you saw her first, and no doubt she loves you. I'll see that you get her, too!" whispered the nurse with emphasis. And so it came about that on the following day, around the hour of eleven, Parkins looked out upon Great South Bay from a window in a servant's chamber of Dr. Sawyer's home and what he saw thrilled him to the marrow of his bones. There they were, two women, easily recognizable, strolling leisurely along the shore line, stopping now and then to admire the beauty of the landscape. A closed car stood off a hundred yards or so at the foot of the east line road. One last sweep of his eyes and Parkins ran to his room and tore off the bath robe and pajamas, thus displaying the fact that he was all dressed and ready for action. One hour later the Sawyer telephone rang and Villard's excited voice shouted for the master, who came forward forthwith. "This is Villard, Dr. Sawyer. Have you seen Winifred?" The voice, while familiar, hardly matched that of the owner of Dreamy Hollow. "Not since yesterday--what is the matter? Anything wrong?"