He twirled his cap and looked up at her. "That reminds me," he said, with a sudden recollection. "Austen was there the other day when I was away, and afterward I found something of yours which he must have dropped. Here it is. It has your name on it." He handed her a small locket with a broken chain. She took it with an exclamation. She was staring at him strangely. "This house you speak of--whose is it?" "It belongs to Mr. Daunt." "You mean--you say--that you have been living in it?" "Yes. Why?" She had risen slowly to her feet, her face hotly suffused. "Then--then Haru--" She spoke in a dry whisper. He started, looking at her with quick, resentful suspicion. "What do you know about Haru?" "Never mind! Never mind that! I want to know. Haru--she is--Mr. Daunt was not--" "He never saw her in his life so far as I know," he answered sulkily. "What has that to do with it?" For an instant she looked at him without a word, her fingers working. Then she began to laugh, in a low tone, wildly, chokingly. "Of course! Of course! What has that to do with it? What you want is more money, isn't it! That is all you came to tell me!" He, too, was on his feet now, uncertain and mistrustful. Was she making game of him? He saw Barbara's gaze go past him--to fasten on something in the background. He turned. In the doorway with its maple-leaf portière stood Austen Ware. Barbara's laugh had fallen in a shuddering breath that was like a sob. "Here is your brother now," she said. "Austen, Phil and I have been getting acquainted. And what do you think? He has found my lost locket." She held it up toward him. He had come toward them. In the dim light his face looked very white, and his eyes glittered like quicksilver. He held out his hand. "Why, Phil!" he exclaimed. "This is a great surprise. When did you arrive, and are you at this hotel?" Phil had stood shamefaced. At the tone, however, which seemed an earnest of renewed favor, he flushed with relief. "I've just come," he answered--"in a friend's motor, and I must go back at once. But I'll come up again by train to-morrow, if you'd like me to." "Very well," was Ware's reply. "We'll wait till then for our talk. I'll come and see you off." Neither of the others caught the tense repression in the tone or realized that his smile was forced and unnatural, as he added: "We must put a ban on late hours, Barbara, if you are to climb Nantai-Zan to-morrow." She went to the door, her thoughts in a tumult, a wild exhilaration possessing her. She wanted to laugh and to cry. The black, cold mist that had enveloped her had broken, and the warm sunlight was looking again into her heart. "Good night, Phil," she said. "Thank you so much for--for bringing me the locket. You can't guess how much it meant to me!"