"No!" she cried, as Braine turned to make for the door doubtless with the intention of finding out who the man was. "Every night after you leave he appears." "Does he follow me?" "No. And that's what bothered me at first. I believed he was watching some apartment above. But regularly when I turn out the lights he comes forth. So there's no doubt he watches you enter and takes note of your departure." "But doesn't follow me. That's odd. What the devil is his idea?" "I'd give a good deal to learn." The shadow and the glowing cigarette disappeared around the corner, and the lights in the apartment were turned on again. "He's gone. You really think he's watching me?" "He is watching this apartment, I know that much." And even at that moment the watcher was watching from his vantage behind the corner. "Suspicious!" he murmured, tossing the cigarette into the gutter. "They're watching me for a change. I'll drop out. I know what I know. It's a great world. It's fine to be alive and kicking on top of it." He went on without haste and took the subway train for down-town. "Is there any way I could get near him?" asked Braine. "To-morrow night you might leave by the janitor's entrance. I'll keep the lights on till you're outside. Then I'll turn them off and you can follow and learn who he is." "It's mighty important." "Don't scowl. At your age a wrinkle is apt to remain it you once get it started." He laughed. "Wrinkles!" She could talk of wrinkles! "They are more important than you think. Every morning I rub out the wrinkle I go to bed with." "I wish you could rub out the general stupidity which is wrinkling my brain. I've made three moves and failed in each. What's come over me?" "Perhaps you've had too many successes. The wheel of chance is always turning around." "May I smoke?" "Thanks. At least it proves you still have some consideration for me. You would smoke whether it was agreeable or not. But I like the odor of a good cigar. And it always helps you to think." Braine lighted his cigar and began his customary pacing. At length he paused. "Suppose we have a real old-fashioned coaching party out to the old mansion we know about?" "And what shall we do there?" "Make the mansion, an enchanted castle where sometimes people who enter can't get out. Do you think you could get her to go?" "I can try."