The two men, lolling under the trees, said but little more, and with burning heart and unsettled mind, Jordan Morse went back to his apartment. He had scarcely settled himself before his telephone tinkled. Taking down the receiver, he said, "Well?" A faint voice answered him. "It's Molly, Jordan!... Listen! I'm down at the foot of the hill. Do come here! I'm nearly frantic.... Yes, I'll wait." Very soon Molly saw Jordan crossing the street, and she went to meet him. "Let's walk," she said fretfully. "I can't breathe." "If you feel like I do," replied Morse moodily, "I pity you." He led her to a small park where they sat down upon one of the wooden benches. "I'm shocked beyond expression," said Molly wearily. "So am I," replied Morse. Then picking up the thread of thought which had troubled him all the evening, he went on, "I need my boy! Every night I'm haunted by dreams. I'd give up my plans about Jinnie if I had him...." "Well, I never!" ejaculated Molly. "The trouble with you is you haven't any heart," went on Jordan. "How you put your mind on anything but finding that child I don't know. But I notice you manage to keep close on Theo's heels every minute." "I love him," admitted Molly. "Don't you love your son, your poor little lost son?" "Of course, Jordan! Don't be stupid!... Of course I do, but I don't know where he is." "And you're making very little effort to find him, that's evident. You've seen him, and I haven't, yet I'd give half my life to get my hands on him." He paused, drew a long breath, and proceeded, "I'll warn you of this much, Molly. When I do find him--and find him I will--you won't get a chance to even see him." "Oh, Jordan!" gasped Molly. "That's right," he insisted, with an ugly shrug. "I tell you, Molly, I've always been impressed with the idea mothers cared more for their children than fathers, but I'm over that now since knowing you." "Oh, Jordan!" repeated Molly faintly once more. Not heeding her appealing voice, he rushed on, "I'd be willing to strangle half the world for money to hire detectives to search for him. But as I've said before, I'd let Jinnie alone if I had him--and work for him with my two hands--if I had to dig graves." Molly turned her startled eyes upon the excited man. She had never known the depths of his nature. "You make me tired," he proceeded with sarcasm. "What in hell do you think Theodore could see in you when a girl like Jinnie cares for him?" "Why, Jordan Morse!" stammered the woman. "How dare you talk to me like that?" "Because it's true," replied Jordan hotly. "You're like a lot of women--if a man looks sidewise at you, you think he's bowled over with your charms. Good Heavens! It's sickening!" "I didn't ask you here to talk like this," said Molly. "What if you didn't?" snapped Jordan. "_You_ can talk now if you want to! I'm going home in five minutes, and I want some money before I go, too."