"Understand what it means to him. How it's like a conjur that Luigi wished on him when he was a little boy. How he's pulled himself away from it and he didn't have anybody on earth to help him till I come along. What do you women folks know about how a strong man like him fights Satan? I've seen him walk the floor all night and win, and I've seen him after he's given in, suffer sorrow and hate of himself like a man the Almighty's forgot. That's why he's so good, because he sins and then suffers for it." As Jonas' husky voice subsided, a sudden gleam of tears shone in Diana's eyes. "I'll send him a note, Jonas, and wait here for the answer. If that doesn't bring him, I'll go after him myself." "The note'll bring him," said Jonas, "and he'll give me thunder for telling." "Let me have a pencil and get me some paper from the news-stand." She wrote rapidly. "Dear Mr. Huntingdon: "I must see you at once on urgent business. I am in the railway station. Could you come to me here? "DIANA ALLEN." Jonas all but snatched the note and dashed away. Enoch was scowling at the cards before him when Jonas thrust the note into his hand. Enoch stared at the address, laid the cards down slowly, and read the note. "All right, gentlemen," he said quietly. "I've had my fun! Good night!" He took his hat from Jonas and strode out of the room. He did not speak as the two walked rapidly to the station. Diana was standing by a cab near the main entrance. "This is good of you, Mr. Huntingdon," she said gravely, shaking hands. "Thank you, Jonas!" She entered the cab and Enoch followed her. "Let me have your suitcase check, boss." Jonas held out a black hand that still shook a little. "I'll get Miss Allen to drop me at the house, Jonas," said Enoch. Jonas nodded and heaved a great sigh as the cab started off. "How did you come to do it?" asked Enoch, looking strangely at Diana. "I heard you were in New York, Mr. Secretary. Jonas called me up!" "Jonas had no business to do so. I am humiliated beyond words!" Enoch spoke with a dreary sort of hopelessness. "I thought we were friends," said Diana calmly. "It isn't as if we hadn't known each other and all about each other since childhood. You must not say a word against Jonas." "How could I? He is my guardian angel," said Enoch. Diana went on still in the commonplace tone of the tea table. "I want to apologize for my fit of temper, Mr. Secretary. I was very stupid and I'm thoroughly ashamed of myself. You may tell me anything you please!" "I don't deserve it!" Enoch spoke abruptly. Diana's voice suddenly deepened and softened. "Ah, but you do deserve it, dear Mr. Secretary. You deserve all that grateful citizens can do for you, and even then we cannot expect to discharge our full debt to you. Here's my house. Perhaps when you're not too busy, you'll ask me to dine again with you."