"What do you suppose has become of Miriam?" "You can search me." In his mind's eye Jack had a vivid picture of that final scene between Miriam and Clara. Figuratively the fur must have flown! "I can't understand it!" said poor Bobo. "I didn't do anything to her. She has my address." "Forget her!" said Jack. "Oh, you never liked her!" said poor Bobo. Bobo instituted a sort of footless search for her, which consisted mainly in mooning around the different places they had visited together. Jack let him alone. It could do no harm he thought, and it kept Bobo occupied. Meanwhile the poor fellow's appetite suffered. He lost weight and no longer found any zest in spending money. He moaned in his sleep, and cried out Miriam's name. Jack somehow had not suspected that a fat man might be so subjected to love's torments. And then one night when Jack returned to dinner, after having spent the afternoon with Anderson, he found a change. He first noticed it in the eagerness with which Bobo picked up the menu card. Finding Jack's sharp eyes on him, he dropped it again, and said with a sigh that he couldn't eat a thing. But he did--several things. Bobo had but an imperfect command over his facial muscles. The corners of his mouth would turn up. "He has seen her," thought Jack. "I'll have to tell him the truth now." "What'll we do to-night?" said Bobo casually. "Stay home," suggested Jack. "If you're tired you'd better turn in early," said Bobo with deceitful solicitude. "I'll go out for a little while. I want to look around one or two places." "All right. I want to have a little talk with you first." Bobo's face fell absurdly. "Oh, all right," he muttered. When they were back in their own rooms Jack said without preamble: "So you saw her to-day." "Saw who?" said Bobo with innocent wide open eyes. "Come off! Who is it that makes your eyes shine, and your mouth purse up in a whistle?" "I don't know what you're talking about!" "We're wasting time." "If you are referring to Miss Culbreth," said Bobo on his dignity, "I have not seen her." "What's the use of lying to me? You're as transparent as window glass!" "Oh, if you've made up your mind that I'm a liar, what's the use of my saying anything?" "Look here. Miriam is either what I think she is, or what you think she is. If she's all that's good and pure as you think----" "As I _know_!" corrected Bobo. Jack dryly accepted the correction. "As you know. It can't do her any harm to tell me the truth about what happened to-day." "I can't!" said Bobo obstinately. "I suppose she made you promise not to tell me." Bobo was silent. "Very well. Now listen. When you came with me the first condition of our agreement was that you should obey orders. Isn't that so?" Bobo nodded sullenly. "Well, I order you to tell me what happened to-day. That lets you out of any promise you may have made."