“You wait!” he shouted, thickly. Haworth turned to him. “I shay wait—you there! Do I make myself plain?” “What is it? I’m waiting.” “Oh, you are, eh! You’re waitin’, eh! Well, I’m damn glad to know it! Now you juss tell me—I demand you tell me where my wife is! _You tell me that?_” “I’ll inform you of one thing—she’s safe from you!” And Haworth turned back to the door. “Now, you!” Findlay had risen heavily and was lumbering toward him. “Now juss one minute, my frien’—juss one minute! I’ll thank you to leave those things where they b’long!” Haworth waited until Findlay had come blustering up to within a couple of feet of him and stopped. The two regarded each other in silence for a few seconds. Then the young inventor spoke in a low voice. “I’ve got a few words to say to you in the morning,” he said, and unlocking the door, went out, and closed and locked it again on the outside. “Getting warm all right?” he asked, standing by the bed in the dimness of his room. “I think so,” came the voice of Edith, muffled by the pillows. He put down the clothing carefully on a chair. “I think I found everything,” he said. “You must stay here and keep warm.” And he tried to pull the blankets closer round her neck. “But if he comes with that—that——” “He won’t. He’s locked in the room. And I’ll be just outside here in the hall, not ten feet away—not ten feet. I’ll get the big chair down the hall——” “But—oh no—I can’t drive you out of your room like that! _I’ll_ stay out there.” She caught at his hand and clung to it. “But wait. Listen, darling—darling—darling——” (Now that he’d found the word, he wanted to say it all the time.) “I’d so—so much—so tremendously much like being there watching while you’re asleep. You don’t know—it’s—it’s beyond words. So you must let me do that while you’re attending to the sleeping part.” He was accustomed to the near darkness now and could see her eyes wide open, fixed on him. “If you want a light”—he spoke rather hurriedly—“the switch is there by the door. Can you see it? And you’ll call me if you want anything, won’t you?” He tried to disengage his hand, but as she wouldn’t let it go he lifted it so her hand came to his lips, and held it pressed against them for a little; then gently undid her fingers and tucked her arm under the coverlet. “I’ll take these on the way,” he said, gathering up an armful of his own clothes from a chair and moving toward the door. “I’m coming too!” she suddenly announced, throwing the bedclothes back and sliding out till her little white feet touched the floor. “If you’re going to sit out there I’m going to sit with you!” And she began to fumble among the things he’d brought from her room. He stood in the doorway, considering. She surely ought to stay there and keep warm and rest. The house was chilly. She’d be sure to—she’d be——And at that point an idea came to him. “I’ll build a fire downstairs if you’ll come and sit by it,” he said.