With glowing cheeks she followed the hospital attendant through a long corridor to Theodore's room. She entered softly and for a moment stood gazing at him admiringly. How very handsome he was, even with the hospital pallor! When the sick man became cognizant of Molly's presence, he turned and smiled a greeting. He indicated a chair, and she sank into it. "You sent for me, Theodore?" she reminded him softly, bending forward. "Yes." He was silent so long, evidently making up his mind to something, that Molly got up and smoothed out his pillow. Theodore turned to her after she had reseated herself. "Molly," he began, "do you know where Jinnie Grandoken is?" Molly's eyelids narrowed. So he was still thinking of the girl! "No," she said deliberately. "It seems strange," went on King somberly. "I've tried every way I know how to discover her whereabouts, and can't. I sent to the Grandoken's for her, but she was gone." "You still care for her then?" queried Molly dully. "Yes. I know you dislike the poor child, but I thought if you knew that I--well, I really love her, you might help me, Molly." It was a bitter harvest to reap after all these weeks of waiting--his telling her he loved another woman--and as his voice rang with devotion for Jinnie Grandoken, Molly restrained herself with difficulty. She dared not lose her temper, as she had several times before under like conditions. With her hands folded gracefully in her lap, she replied: "If I could help you, Theo, I would; but if Mrs. Grandoken doesn't know where her own niece is, how should I know?" "You're so clever," sighed Theodore, "I imagined you might be able to discover something where a woman like Mrs. Grandoken would fail. She's got a young child, I hear." "What do you suggest?" inquired Molly presently. "I want to find out quickly where she's gone," the sick man said bluntly. "You want to see her?" demanded Molly. Theodore nodded. "Yes, I'd get well sooner if I could," and he sighed again. Then his ivory skin grew scarlet even to his temples, but the blood rushed away, leaving him deathly white. Molly went to him quickly and leaned over the bed. She wanted--oh, how she wanted to feel his arms about her! But he only touched her cold hand lightly. "Help me, Molly," he breathed. Molly choked back an explanation. She would glory in doing anything for him--anything within her power; but nothing, nothing for Jinnie Grandoken. Suddenly an idea took possession of her. She would make him doubt Jinnie's love for him, even if she lied to him. "Of course I knew you cared for her," she said slowly. "Yes, I made that clear, I think," said Theo, "and she cares for me. I told you I asked her to marry me." He laid stress on the latter half of his statement because of a certain emphasis in Molly's. "I don't like to hurt you--while you're ill," she ventured. Theodore thrust forth his hand eagerly. "Come closer," he pleaded. "You know something; you can tell me. Please do, Molly."