"How did they find me, Glorious Lutie?" Susannah asked next morning. "How _did_ they find me? If I could only teach myself to listen to the warning of those little hammers. Something told me when I saw Warner walking along the corridor of the Carman Building that he was not there by accident. Something told me when I ran into O'Hearn at the Attic the other night that _he_ was not _there_ by accident. They have been following me all the time. They've known what I've been doing every moment. Just as Byan knows where I am now. How did they do it? I've never suspected it for a moment. I've never seen anybody. I'm frightened, Glorious Lutie; I'm dreadfully frightened. I don't know where to turn. If I only had a real friend-- But perhaps that wouldn't help as much as I think. For I'm afraid--I'm too afraid to tell _anybody_--" All this, she said as usual, wordlessly. But she said it from her bed, her eyes fixed in a lackluster stare on the little oval gleam of the miniature. "I don't know what I'd do without you, Glorious Lutie, to tell my troubles to. You're a great deal more than a picture to me. You're a real presence-- Oh, if you could only see for me now. I wonder if Byan is still in his room? I wonder what he's going to do. I mean--what is the next move? Oh, of course he's there! He wants to talk with me. But I won't let him talk with me. I'll stay in this room until I starve! And he can't telephone. How can he put over what he wants to say?" That question answered itself automatically when she dragged herself up from bed. A white square glimmered beside her door. She pounced upon it. "Dear Miss Ayer: "Of course we have known where you were and what you were doing every instant since you left the office. We did not interfere with your quitting your boarding-house because we preferred to give you a few days to think things over. I hope you've been enjoying your little excursions to the Museum and the Aquarium. We knew you'd come to your senses after a while and be ready to talk business. That is why you've had those little, accidental meetings from time to time. That advertisement for a job in the Carman Building was a decoy ad. It is useless for you to try to get away from us.