It was a beautiful day in December, clear and cold; but Sadie was warmly wrapped from the weather. In spite of that, she shivered and sighed as she watched Waverley’s tall, erect form hurrying down the square. A horror had been upon her ever since last night, when Waverley had told her of the unsafe condition of the factory. “Oh, Mrs. Jones, how can you bear to enter that condemned building again? Indeed, it is not safe. I think everybody ought to quit work until they move,” she exclaimed nervously. A tall form, clad in costly silk and fur, brushed past, going down to the factory. At sight of the two women she stopped, and the cold sunlight flashed on her blondined hair and lighted up her pale-blue eyes that shone with a malevolent light as they rested on Sadie, whom she hated with a jealous fury. She did not speak, but, tossing her head with a scornful gesture, exclaimed: “Come, Mrs. Jones, you’ll be late!” “Oh, Belva, I’ve half a mind not to go. Sadie has made me nervous, talking about the building falling in,” exclaimed Mrs. Jones timorously, and Belva’s face took on such a look of malignant hate and fury that it frightened the two women, as she retorted, with an evil laugh: “Fall in, is it? Well, if some that I know should be under the roof, I’d be glad for it to fall, even if it buried me with it!” She hurried on, and Sadie said, with a shiver: “She means me; she has hated me ever since Waverley married me.” “Oh, look--the prince!” exclaimed Mrs. Jones excitedly. An automobile swung around the corner, and from the window looked the handsome face of Prince Gonzaga. Sadie thought instantly: “He is going down to the factory after Fair. Thank Heaven, she is safe at my house.” A hand touched her arm, and she looked up and met the gaze of Bayard Lorraine. He was eager, excited. “Mrs. Osborne, I have wonderful news!” he exclaimed: “Fair has been working at the factory, disguised as a Mrs. Karrick. Will you come with me to persuade her to come home to Mrs. Howard?” “How did you get your information?” she inquired, pretending an excitement equal to his own. “I paid a thousand dollars for it to a private detective, who claims to have found it out last night. He was in Gonzaga’s employ, but played traitor to him and came first to me with his information,” replied Bayard Lorraine; and Sadie answered: “He has played traitor to you both, for the prince passed this corner a moment ago in a motor car, on his way to the factory.” “And I am dallying here!” exclaimed the young author, in a voice of horror. He rushed wildly toward the factory, and Mrs. Jones exclaimed excitedly: “Let us follow him! There will be a scene that I would not miss for the world.”