As Jinnie again recounted nervously the conversation about her Uncle Jordan, the cobbler said softly: "It's all in the hands of the angels, pet! No harm'll come to you ever." * * * * * Jordan Morse answered Miss Merriweather's telephone call. "I want to talk with you," said she peremptorily. "I'll come right up," replied Morse. She stood on the porch with her hands tightly locked together when Jordan dashed up the roadway. She walked slowly down the steps. "What's up?" demanded Morse. Molly glanced backward at the quiet home. Theodore's mother was taking her afternoon siesta, and no one else was about. She slipped her hand into Morse's arm and led him under the trees. "Let's go to the summer house," she urged. Once seated, Morse looked at her curiously. "You're ill," he said, noting her distorted face. "No, only furious.... I've made a discovery." "Anything of value?" "Yes, to you--and to me." Morse bent a keen glance upon her. "Well?" was all he said. "I know where your niece, Virginia Singleton, is." She said this deliberately, realizing the while the worth of her words. Morse got to his feet unsteadily. "I don't believe it," he returned. "I knew you wouldn't, but I do just the same." "Where?" "In this town." "No!" "Yes." Morse dropped back on the seat once more. "For God's sake, don't play with me. Why don't you----" "I'm going to! Keep still, can't you?" "You're torturing me," muttered the man, mopping his brow. "She's--she's Jinnie Grandoken--the girl who played at Theo's party." "Good God!" and then through the silence came another muttered, "Great merciful God!" Molly allowed him to regain his self-control. "I told you that night, Jordan, I thought I remembered her," she then said. "To-day I found out it was she." "Tell me all you know," ordered Morse, with darkening brow. Molly openly admitted her jealousy of Jinnie. She had no shame because, long before, she had told her husband of her absorbing passion for Theodore King. "I discovered it purely by accident," she went on, relating the story. Morse chewed the end of his cigar. "Now what're you going to do?" demanded Molly presently. Jordan threw away his cigar and thrust his hands deep into his pockets, stretching out a pair of long legs. There he sat considering the tips of his boots in silence. "I've got to think, and think quick," he broke out suddenly. "My God! I might have known she didn't belong in that cobbler's shop.... I'll go now.... Don't mention this to Theo." As he was leaving, he said with curling lip: "I guess now you know my prospects you won't be so stingy. I'll have to have money to carry this through." "All right," said Molly.