“Yes; there’s a train at midnight, I can easily catch it. Good-by, all.” She drew her cloak together and fastened it, and held out her hand to Wise with a demanding gesture. Understandingly, he took out his pocketbook, and gave it to her without a word. She tucked it into her roomy handbag, and turned to the door. “I’ll go with you,” Louis cried, already in the hall, and getting into his overcoat. “To the station? Thank you,” Zizi smiled. “No; all the way. To New Hampshire.” “Nixy!” she laughed, flashing her white teeth. “He travels the fastest who travels alone. But I’ll be glad to have you entrain me.” The two went out together, and hailing a taxicab, Louis delightedly put Zizi in. “Anyway, I’ll have you to myself for an hour,” he exulted. “What are you, I can’t make you out. A sprite, a witch, an elf?” “Oh, yes, all those things, and a girl beside. And you needn’t fall in love with me—it would be a foolishness.” “But I’ve already fallen.” “Oh, well, all right. It doesn’t matter.” Zizi was absorbed in thought, and seemed really to care nothing at all for Louis’ state of mind. Meantime, Millicent was demanding of Pennington Wise an explanation of the astonishing Zizi. “Don’t worry about her,” he said, smiling. “Don’t think about her. She never does a wrong thing—in detective work, I mean. She will some day—I daresay—and it may be she has now. But she acts on impulse, on intuition, on what some people call a hunch. And I’ve never known her to slip up. She is a wonder—but don’t try to understand her—for you can’t.” “But will she go to New Hampshire—all alone by herself? At night!” “Oh, yes, and she’ll take care of herself.” “Louis will go with her,” Phyllis said, “I know he will.” “No, Miss Lindsay, you’re mistaken there. Zizi won’t let your brother accompany her.” “I’m sure it would be all right,” Millicent observed; “at work on a case, you know.” “Right enough, but Zizi won’t let him go because she doesn’t want him to. Now, as to Mr Gleason’s will. Did you two ladies know about its terms?” “We weren’t certain,” Millicent said, “for my brother changed it quite often. He was ready to settle a large amount on Phyllis at once if she would consent to marry him, but he had already made a will leaving his fortune equally divided between us two. He never liked Louis, rather, he disapproved of him. Of late, Louis has run wild——” “It isn’t his fault,” Phyllis defended; “he has been duped and deluded by a lot of men with whom he had no business to associate at all. But let’s leave Louis out of it, for Mr Wise has declared he doesn’t suspect him, and he is in no other way concerned in this business.” “That’s true, Miss Lindsay. Now, tell me, did Mr Gleason contemplate changing his will again in case Miss Lindsay refused him definitely?” “Yes, he did,” Phyllis stated; “he told me unless I made the announcement at the dinner party, he would change his will and cut me out of it entirely.”