"But what if she’s moved?" he asked. "What if you shouldn’t find her at the old address?" She tried to smile, but her lips only quivered. And though she held her head high, like the thoroughbred she was, the expression in her eyes cut Barry to the quick. "I—hadn’t thought," she answered, in a low tone. *CHAPTER XI.* *HIDE AND SEEK.* For a second Lawrence was silent, as a thought flashed through his brain as to the pathetic plight of the girl. The next instant he bent forward across the table, his clear gray eyes fixed upon hers, and holding her wavering gaze. "I want to tell you a little story, Miss Rives," he said, in a hurried, almost jerky, tone, "and then I want you to do me a favor. Wait, please! Don’t say you won’t until you’ve heard me. This morning I left a miserable hall bedroom over on the West Side to walk the streets, because I could not face the woman I owed three weeks’ rent." She caught her breath quickly, and, as her eyes flashed to the wonderful emerald ring on his finger and back again to the pearls gleaming in his immaculate shirt, an expression of bewildered incredulity came into her face. "I know," Barry went on hastily; "it seems impossible, but it’s true. I’d had little to eat for days. My last nickel went for a cup of coffee. I had only a single penny left. I was cold and hungry and desperate. I had been out of a job for months, and there wasn’t the slightest prospect of getting one. You see, there’s scarcely a person in New York who could understand as I do what you have been through—and what may be before you now." He paused an instant, but she made no comment. Her eyes were fixed intently on him as if his story held her entranced. "For hours I walked the streets, then took refuge in a railway station to keep from freezing," Lawrence continued presently. "And there, when everything was blackest, when it seemed as if not a single hope remained, the wheel of fortune turned. From the lowest depths I was hoisted in a moment to a height I had come to believe impossible." A faint, puzzled line had come into her low forehead. For a moment she waited, expecting him to continue. When he did not, she raised her eyebrows a trifle. "But how——" she began. "I can’t tell you," he put in swiftly. "I’ve promised to keep silent. I can only say that I was given a very large sum of money to carry out certain conditions, and that those conditions carry with them no loss of self-respect. What I want you to do is to take a little—just a little—of this money to tide you over this period of hard luck." A sudden color flamed into her face, and her lips parted. Before she could utter a word Barry went on pleadingly: