When I took my walk into the country the afternoon after I got here, I saw the detective out of the back of my head, and a merry chase I led him--up the steepest paths I knew, down the rocky sides, across the ferry, and into the remote village, where I let him rest his body in the stinging cold while I made an unexpected call. For once he earned his salary and his supper. That night I was in the sitting-room alone. A glass door leads out to an open porch. Conscious of a presence, I looked up to find two penetrating eyes fixed on me. It made me creepy and cold, yet I was amused. I sat long and late, but a quiet shadow near the door told me I was not alone. Even when in bed I could hear soft steps under my window. I have just come from an interview that was deliciously illuminating. Sada San has disappeared; and, so goes their acute reasoning, as I was the last person in Uncle's house, before her absence was discovered, the logical conclusion is that I have kidnapped her. Two hours ago the scared housemaid came to announce that "two Mr. Soldiers with swords wanted to speak to me." I went at once, to find my guardian angel and the Chief of Police for this district in the waiting-room. We wasted precious minutes making inquiries about one another's health, accentuating every other word with a bow and a loud indrawn breath. We were tuning up for the business in hand. The chief began by assuring me that I was a teacher of great learning. I had not heard it but bowed. It was poison to his spirit to question so honorable, august, and altogether wise a person, but I was suspected of a grave offense, and I must answer his questions. Where was my home? Easy. How did I live? Easier. Who was my grandfather? Fortunately I remembered. Was I married? Muchly. Where was my master? Did not have any. My husband was in China. Was I in Japan by his permission? I was. Had I been sent home for disobedience? Please explain. No explanation. I was just here. Did I know the penalty for kidnaping? No, color-prints interested me more. Had any of my people ever been in the penitentiary? No, only the Legislature. At this both men looked puzzled. Then the Chief made a discovery. "Ah-h," he sighed, "American word for crazysylum!" Would Madame positively state that she knew nothing of the girl's whereabouts. Madame positively and truthfully so stated. I did not know. I only knew what I thought; but, Mate, you cannot arrest a man for thinking. After a grilling of an hour or so they left me, looking worried and perplexed. They had never heard of Billy, and I saw no use adding to their troubles. Nobody seems to have noticed him at dinner with me; and now that I think of it, he had men strange to the hotel pulling the jinrickshas. It was dear of Billy not to implicate me. I am ignorant of what really happened, but wherever they are I am sure Sada is in the keeping of an honorable man.