Diana's chin lifted and Enoch leaned forward quickly. All the aplomb won through years of suffering and experience deserted him. For the moment he was again the boy in the bottom of the Grand Canyon. "Oh, I am stupid, but let me explain. I want you to--" "Please don't!" said Diana coldly. "I need no warning, Mr. Huntingdon." "Oh, my dear Miss Allen, you must not be offended! What can I say?" "You might ask me if it's not time to go home," suggested Diana, coolly. "You mustn't forget that I'm a wage earner." Enoch bit his lip and turned to sign the check. Then he followed Diana to the door. Here they came upon the Indian Commissioner and his wife, and all opportunity for explanations was gone for the two invited themselves to walk along to Diana's rooming place. Enoch went up the steps with Diana, however, and asked her tensely: "Will you lunch with me to-morrow, Miss Allen, that I may explain myself?" "Thank you, no. I shall be very busy to-morrow, Mr. Huntingdon." "Let me call here in the evening, then." "I'd rather you wouldn't," answered the girl, coldly. "Good night, Mr. Secretary," and she was gone. Enoch stood as if struck dumb, then he made an excuse to Mr. and Mrs. Watkins, and started homeward. The night was stifling. When Jonas let him into the house, his collar was limp and his hair lay wet on his forehead. "I'm going to New York to-night, Jonas," he said huskily. "What's happened, boss?" asked Jonas breathlessly, as he followed Enoch up the stairs. "Nothing! I'm going to give myself a day's rest. Give me something to travel in," pulling off his coat. "I'm going with you, boss," not stirring, his black eyes rolling. "No, I'm going alone, Jonas. Here, I'll pack my own grip. You go on out." This in a voice that sent Jonas, however reluctantly, into the hall, where he walked aimlessly up and down, wringing his hands. "He ain't been as bad as this in years," he muttered. "I wonder what she did to him!" Enoch came out of his room shortly. "Tell every one I'm in New York, Jonas," he said, and was gone. But Enoch did not go to New York. There was, he found on reaching the station, no train for an hour. He checked his suitcase, and the watching Jonas followed him out into the dark streets. He knew exactly whither the boss was heading, and when Enoch had been admitted into a brick house on a quiet street not a stone's throw from the station, Jonas entered nimbly through the basement. He had a short conference with a colored man in the kitchen, then he went up to the second floor and sat down in a dark corner of the hall where he could keep an eye on all who entered the rear room. Well dressed men came and went from the room all night. It was nearing six o'clock in the morning when Jonas stopped a waiter who was carrying in a tray of coffee. "How many's there now?" he demanded.