"Never mind what you would have done, please," Beverley cut him short. "The best thing I can think of now, is this" (she hurried on in a low tone, and Clo who had stepped aside, nearer to the car, did not catch the words), "Take a taxi, and follow my automobile. We're going into the Park. When you see us stop, you must stop too, at a distance. "I shall get out and let the motor, with my friend in it, go on without me for a while. Then we can talk. Do you understand?" "I'll be there," said the man. He touched his hat and moved away, as if his errand were done. "Drive slowly through the Park," Beverley instructed Robbins, and gently made Clo get into the car before her. "I'm so sorry to have kept you standing, dear," she said. "I hope you don't feel weak or 'tottery'?" Clo did feel very weak, not from fatigue, but from excitement. She replied that she felt "grand." And Mrs. Sands forgot to say that she was glad. The girl glanced at the older woman, and saw that she was staring straight ahead, with a withdrawn look in her eyes, which told that she saw nothing. Clo's heart beat fast. This drive was to have been a glorious experience. She had seen Central Park more than once, and had walked there, miserable in her loneliness. Now, though she looked out of the window, it was to let Beverley feel that she was not being stared at. The girl saw only a blur of colour, as if a kaleidoscope turned before her eyes. At last Beverley spoke. "Dear child," she said, "I'm sure you understand that the man who was waiting for me brought a message I'm anxious to hear. And--I'm sure of another thing--that I can trust you!" "I'd die any minute for you, sure I would!" she cried. "I believe you would! But I don't want you to die. All I want is for you to listen while I explain----" "As if you needed to explain to me!" the girl broke out. "I don't need to, perhaps, yet I wish to say just this: I love Roger dearly. I've told you so often enough! I'd give anything on earth not to have a secret from him. But to save a life--not my own--there is a secret I must keep. This man and his message are part of it. Now, that's all I'm going to explain, except that--that nothing must be said." "I'd bite my tongue out sooner!" Clo protested. "Thank you, dear! Now we've had this talk, it's a comfort, not a worry, having you with me. You won't mind if I send you on while I get down and walk in the Park?" "I'd love it!" said Clo. At once Beverley took the speaking tube and ordered the chauffeur to stop. He drew up at the side of the road. They were in the midst of the Park now, an exquisite green and gold world of peace and beauty. "I feel like taking a little exercise," Beverley said to Robbins, as she stepped out of the car. "Miss Riley isn't strong enough to walk. Go as far along Riverside Drive as Grant's Tomb, and then come back, but slowly, so she can see everything. You'll find me waiting here."