They discussed their arrangements in detail. Once she had consented, Kate entered into it with a will. In the midst of their talk a clock struck one. "Half-past nine!" said Jack, starting up. "I clean forgot Bobo downstairs!" "Why didn't you bring him up?" said Kate. "I'm curious to see him." "Thanks," said Jack, "but for once I wanted to play first fiddle myself." At the door he gave her her final instructions. "You will start in to-morrow?" "Yes," she said promptly. "I know a girl that will be pleased to pieces to substitute for me at the typewriter." "Oh, you'll never go back there," said Jack. "We'll see," she said demurely. As a matter of fact her heart was singing at the prospect of release from horrible monotony. "My lawyer will come here in the morning with the keys and the necessary funds," said Jack. "Oh, don't have him come here. I'll go to his office." "Very well, if you'd rather. I'll write down the address. You and I mustn't see each other again, until I come to you to apply for a room. Can you open up in three days?" "Three days!" she cried, aghast. "Oh, things are made easy for you, I find, when you have the coin." "Well, I'll try." Jack went down the stairs two steps at a time, not at all displeased with himself. Had he not rescued Kate from her squalid surroundings, and made sure of being able to see her as often as he wanted? Let her fight him as she would, she was his partner already. She must come all the way some day soon. It was silly for her to make out she didn't mind poverty. She had given it away, in spite of herself. The elegant limousine still rested at the curb, the chauffeur fast asleep in the corner of the front seat. The dome light was now out and Jack could not see into the body of the car. He was astonished when he opened the door to find it empty. The chauffeur woke up instinctively. "Where is Mr. Norman?" demanded Jack, staring at the spot where he ought to have been. "'Deed I don't know, sir. He was inside, all right, when I dropped off. I heard you tell him to take a snooze, so I thought I----" "Sure, that's all right," said Jack. "He's big enough to take care of himself." He looked anxiously up and down the street, but there was no sign of his silk-hatted friend. 11 Jack was at a loss which way to turn. Suddenly at a street level window of the apartment house he had just left, he saw a fat woman resting her folded arms on a pillow on the sill. She looked as if she had been there for hours. He approached, lifting his hat. "Excuse me, madam, but did you see my friend get out of the car?" "Sure, I see him," she replied in scornful accents. "Didn't he get out and walk up and down gapping and stretching like he was tired of waiting for you!" "I'm sorry," murmured Jack. She seemed to expect it. Then: "Which way did he go?"