The lawyer pulled up three steamer chairs and sitting down, they watched the crowd which had already begun to thin out. The novelty of the scene held both women fascinated. The constant bustle and excitement, the going and coming of well-groomed men and women, the little scraps of conversation overheard, interested them both beyond measure. Helen studied each individual couple, wondering who they were, how long married, if they were happy, where they were going to. She wondered if that coarse, loudly dressed woman really cared for her husband, or if this brutal looking man with insolent stare of the libertine, illtreated his delicate little wife. She herself could not understand marriage without genuine affection on both sides. Any such intimate relation as the marriage tie involved must surely be repellent and abhorrent to any self-respecting woman unless love were there to sanction and sanctify it. Ray glanced at her sister and laughed. "Why so serious, Helen? He hasn't gone yet." Helen sighed. "But he soon will be. I wish he were here instead of downstairs." Ray protested. "Please be nautically correct. Remember we are on a ship. You don't say 'downstairs'; you say 'below.'" Mr. Steell turned round with a smile. "I had no idea you were so well posted in sailor's parlance." The young girl laughed. "Oh, you don't know half my accomplishments. I'm cleverer than you give me credit for." The young man leaned half over the chair as he whispered: "I wouldn't dare tell you how clever I think you." "Why?" "Because--of my own peace of mind." Helen broke in on the conversation. Addressing the lawyer, she said: "Now Kenneth is away, we shall expect you to come to the house very often." The lawyer bowed. "It's always a pleasure to call." "Be sure to come next Sunday evening. I expect some friends. We'll have some music." "May I bring someone?" "Certainly. Any friend of yours is welcome." "Who is it?" asked Ray impertinently. "Male or female?" "I believe it's a male," smiled the lawyer. "It looks like a male and talks like one." More seriously he went on: "His name is Dick Reynolds. He has just passed his bar examination and is practicing temporarily in my office. His people live out West and being alone here, he is glad enough to have somewhere to go." "Bring him by all means," exclaimed Ray. "Has he any accomplishments--apart from being a male?" "Yes--he plays the piano indifferently, and tennis admirably. He swims like a fish, and can run like a hare. But his best accomplishment is a gift that one seldom sees developed----" "What is that?" exclaimed both his listeners at once. "He is a born detective--a regular Sherlock Holmes in real life. I have tested him several times with extraordinary results. I have given him the most difficult cases to unravel. He has found the solution in every one." Ray clapped her hands.