“For your sake,” said Dyckman, with a scorn that changed to pity as she clung to him--“for your sake I'll give him a couple of extra jolts.” That was rather dazzling, the compliment of having Jim Dyckman as her champion! Her old habit of taking everybody's flattery made her forget for the moment that she was now a one-man woman. Her clutch relaxed under the compliment just long enough for Dyckman to escape without violence. He darted through the door and closed it behind him. She tugged at the inside knob, but he was so long that he could hold the outside knob with one hand and reach the elevator-bell with the other. When the car came up he released the knob and lifted his hat with a pleasant “Good-night.” She dared not pursue him in the garb she wore. She returned terrified to her room. Then she ran to the telephone to pursue Cheever and warn him. They had quarreled at the dinner-table. He had left her on the ground that it was dangerous for her to be excited as he evidently excited her. It is one of the most craven shifts of a man for ending an endless wrangle with a woman. Zada tried three clubs before she found Cheever. When she heard his voice at last she was enraptured. She tried to entice him into her own shelter. “I'm sorry I was so mean. Come on home and make peace with me.” “All right, dear, I will.” “Right away?” “After a while, darling. I'm sitting in a little game of poker.” “You'd better not keep me waiting!” she warned. The note was an unfortunate reminder of his bondage. It rattled his shackles. He could not even have a few hours with old cronies at the club. She was worse than Charity had ever dreamed of being. She heard the resentment in his answer and felt that he would stay away from her for discipline. She threw aside diplomacy and tried to frighten him home. “Jim Dyckman is looking for you.” “Dyckman? Me! Why?” “He wants to beat you up.” Cheever laughed outright at this. “You're crazy, darling. What has Dyckman got against me?” “I don't know, but I know he's hunting you.” “I haven't laid eyes on him for weeks. We've had no quarrel.” Zada was frantic. She howled across the wire: “Come home, I beg and implore you. He'll hurt you--he may kill you.” Again Cheever laughed: “You're having hallucinations, my love. You'll feel better in the morning. Where the deuce did you get such a foolish notion, anyway?” “From Jim Dyckman,” she stormed. “He was here looking for you. If anybody's going crazy, he's the one. I had a struggle with him. He broke away. I begged him not to harm you, but he said he'd give you a few extra jolts for my sake. Please, please, don't let him find you there.”