When the girl's brother arrived at home an hour or so later he found a sister bounding with joy, bubbling with excess of spirits. The brother was a man of the world. He knew, as a cosmopolitan must know, of the guile and trickery and fraud and deceit that a great city contains. Yet, when the girl told him the story of the California widow and her desire to hire a traveling companion at an enormous salary, he doubted it not. His spirits were equally as high as his little sister's when he dressed for the trip to the Iroquois hotel. It was a smiling young couple that tripped into the lobby of the hotel an hour or so later and asked the clerk to notify Mrs. Schwartz that her guests were awaiting her pleasure. "Schwartz?" said the clerk, as he glanced over the room book a second time. "No such person of that name here. Sure you got the name right?" The girl produced the slip of paper in the widow's own handwriting: "Margaret Schwartz, Iroquois hotel, 3035 Michigan avenue." "Maybe we've transcribed the name wrong from the register," said the clerk. "Where is she from?" "Los Angeles, California," said the girl. "Nobody been here from Los Angeles since December, when we put in this new register," said the clerk after running over the pages. The tears that came to the young girl's eyes were tears of mortification, of bitter dismay. Her only thought was that she had been made the victim of some peculiar person's idea of a practical joke. It was not until the two were back in their own apartments that the girl remembered vaguely the conversation of the widow and the woman's peculiar starts. "Charlie," she said to her brother, "that woman told me a different hotel at first. It was the Aree--, Areen--, the Arena hotel, that she told me first. She asked me to go there first. She CHANGED THE NAME WHEN I TOLD HER I WOULD BRING YOU WITH ME!" "Hell!" said the brother. And there was a look on his face such as Cain must have worn when he committed the first murder. "Why?" you ask, in astonishment. The answer is to be found on the police blotters of the Harrison street station.