They took a car, and in half an hour were at the doors of the Clarendon Company. It was past business hours and the doors were locked. Fanny was greatly distressed as to what she should do; but there was no time to lose. Some young men were standing near eyeing her with the usual sensual greediness of their kind. Her mission was too urgent for her to notice their insinuating remarks. "Can any of you tell me where or how I may find the gentleman named on this card?" Her demeanor, so unaffected and true, brought all their latent manhood out, and each one was anxious for the honor of helping her. Some one standing in the rear made an unbecoming remark, and instantly the eyes of those about her turned on him so meaningly that he slunk away. One of them took her into a restaurant near by and made known to the proprietor what she wanted. He said Mr. Warner lived with the head of the firm, a Mr. Sterling. The street and number of the residence was given to a cabman, and soon they were driving rapidly away. Mr. Sterling was sitting alone in his library reading the evening papers, when he heard a determined ring at the door. His door was open into the hall, and he went himself at once to answer the call. It was growing quite dark, and he could distinguish only that there were two young people standing before him. "Is this where Mr. Sterling lives?" said one, in a very pleasing tone of voice. "It is." [Illustration: "HE HEARD A DETERMINED RING AT THE DOOR."] "We are very sorry to disturb you, but we are in some trouble, and a gentleman by the name of Warner told us if, for any reason, we needed any assistance while in the city, to call on him. We went to the store, but it was closed, and then we were directed to come to you in the hope that through you we could find Mr. Warner." John and Fanny saw a kindly appearing business man before them, and they spoke with the utmost confidence in his good-will. "So, so! that is good. I have heard him speak several times recently of a young lady he met on the train, and somewhere else once or twice since. Are you the young lady I have been teasing him about? Now, that is good. Of course you can see him. He lives with me and is up-stairs now. May I ask what is the nature of your trouble?" Johnny could hold his tongue no longer. "Why, sir, they've tuck Grandpa up and got him in jail 'cause I stopped some crooks a gettin' his money." "I don't see, my boy, just how that could be," and the gentleman seemed somewhat suspicious of their grandfather. "I don't, nuther," blurted Johnny. "Come in. I will send for Mr. Warner and see what he can do for you." They followed him into the room, and he motioned them to take seats. Then he went out and sent some one up-stairs for Mr. Warner. [Illustration: "Fanny, my little girl--my lost children!"]