The maid turned without a word and started for the hall-door, but was brought to a trembling stop by sudden words from Bubbles. "Miss Barbara," said he, "ask her where your diamond bow-knot went!" "Oh," exclaimed Lichtenstein, "an excuse for keeping an eye on her, perhaps. That was what we needed. How about this bow-knot, Marion?" The guilt in the girl's face must have been obvious to the dullest eye. "Oh," said Barbara, "is it good enough? She'd communicate with him somehow. This isn't the Middle Ages. Marion, if by any chance any of my things have gotten mixed with yours, please leave them on my dressing-table." Marion, very red in the face, lurched out of the room. "I can't very well give her a character," said Barbara. Lichtenstein laughed. "Plenty of worse girls," he said, "receive excellent characters daily. And now I suppose I ought to put distance between this house and myself." Barbara lifted her eyebrows. "Why?" "Why? She's probably working the telephone now." "I know," said Barbara, "but if you pretend to go, and then come back, this would be the last home in the world that Blizzard would suspect you of hiding in. Marion will tell him her story. And he certainly won't look for you here." Lichtenstein's face was wreathed in smiles, "So be it," he said, "and I shall sit at your feet to learn." "Can you drive a car?" asked Barbara. "What kind of a car?" "A Stoughton? But if you can drive any kind you can drive a Stoughton. We'll lend you a car and you shall take a long run and come back when it's dark. If you start at once, Marion will know of it. Meanwhile I'll tell my father all about everything. But first of all I'm dying with curiosity to know what you wrote on that card. That's all I can say. Of course if I'm not to be told--" Had she asked for his dearest secret Lichtenstein could not have refused it, and he told her what he had written on the card. "But why," said Barbara, "if you have a criminal, so to speak, where you want him--why let him be free to make more mischief? I ask merely for information." "If he were punished for an ordinary crime," said Lichtenstein, "justice would be cheated. But if we can really get him where we want him, why, not only crime will be tried and found guilty, but the whole fabric of the police--yes, and the administration of the law. Therefore," and his voice was cold as marble, "it would be inadvisable to run him in for such picayune crimes as twisting lead pipe round young women and throwing them overboard, or otherwise delicately quieting tongues that might be made to wag against him. And now if you are going to lend me a car--" XLI