“What’s the trouble?” Nick asked, addressing the nurse. “When was she taken ill? Do you know her?” He now suspected that the woman might be subject to fits, and that she would recover without medical aid. “No, sir, I don’t know her,” replied the girl. “I was tending the children just around the curve, sir, when a boy ran up and told me that a woman had fainted. He pointed this way, and I hurried to help her, and that’s all I can tell you.” “I shall be all right in a few moments,” said the woman, evidently striving to pull herself together. “Don’t be alarmed, nor do anything more. I shall come out of it.” “Are you subject to such attacks?” Nick inquired, turning to her, while Patsy also drew nearer. “Yes, sir, at times. It’s epilepsy, sir, but this was only a slight attack. I must have come out of it very quickly.” “Do you want a physician?” “No, sir. I shall be able to go home presently.” “Where do you live?” “In Eighty-first Street.” “What name? I ask only lest you have a second attack.” “Miss Margaret Hanson, sir. But I shall not have another attack at present. I never have two in quick succession. I now am able to go, sir, thanking you for your kindness.” “I will take you home in my automobile, Miss Hanson, if you wish me to do so,” said Nick kindly. “Oh, no, sir, thank you,” she quickly objected, gradually drawing away. “These attacks are not as serious as they appear. It will do me good to walk home, sir, thanking you again.” She bowed and moved away with the last, evidently quite herself again, and Nick turned to Patsy and started to return to his touring car, in which Danny was waiting. The girl in an apron and starched cap was just departing around a curve in the driveway some thirty yards distant, her trim figure partly hidden by some intervening shrubbery. “Come on,” said Nick. “It was nothing serious, after all.” He recalled the last with rather grim sentiments a few minutes later. “An ordinary fit, chief, wasn’t it?” questioned Patsy. “Yes, but only a mild one, as she said. I knew what the trouble was, all right, when I saw her wiping froth from her lips.” “What a beastly affliction!” “Beastly hardly expresses it,” said Nick. “Any disorder that knocks one out without warning is a deucedly bad affliction. If she had---- Hello! What now?” A cry of alarm came from the direction in which the nurse had disappeared. Looking back, for Nick and Patsy had nearly reached the waiting touring car, they now beheld the girl running wildly hither and thither, excitedly wringing her hands, and evidently in a frantic search for some one. Beyond the fringe of shrubbery flanking the curve of the driveway stood a baby carriage containing a child about two years old, then crying piteously. “By Jove, there’s more trouble,” said Patsy. “What’s the matter with her? She spoke of tending the children. I can see only one. She must have lost track of the other.” “It has strayed away, probably, or----”