"Grosvenor," I said. "The same as yours."

"There's another Grosvenor in the building, That's where the trouble

came in, I suppose, Now let me get this straight. You wrote a letter,

and somehow or other he got it, and now you want it back. Stripped of

the things that baffle my intellagence, that's it, isn't it?"

I rose in excitement.

"Then, if he lives in the building, the letter is probably here. Why

can't you go and get it for me?"

"Very neat! And let you slip away while I am gone?"

I saw that he was still uncertain that I was telling him the truth. It

was maddening. And only the Letter itself could convince him.

"Oh, please try to get it," I cried, almost weeping. "You can lock me in

here, if you are afraid I will run away. And he is out. I know he is. He

is at the Club ball."

"Naturaly," he said "the fact that you are asking me to compound a

felony, commit larceny, and be an accessery after the fact does not

trouble you. As I told you before, all I have left is my good name, and

now----!"

"Please!" I said.

He stared down at me.

"Certainly," he said. "Asked in that tone, Murder would be one of the

easiest things I do. But I shall lock you in."

"Very well," I said meekly. And after I had described it--the Letter--to

him he went out.

I had won, but my triumph was but sackcloth and ashes in my mouth. I had

won, but at what a cost! Ah, how I wished that I might live again the

past few days! That I might never have started on my Path of Deception!

Or that, since my intentions at the start had been so inocent, I had

taken another photograph at the shop, which I had fancied considerably

but had heartlessly rejected because of no mustache.

He was gone for a long time, and I sat and palpatated. For what if H.

had returned early and found him and called in the Police?

But the latter had not occurred, for at ten minutes after one he came

back, eutering by the window from a fire-escape, and much streaked with

dirt.

"Narrow escape, dear child!" he observed, locking the window and drawing

the shade. "Just as I got it, your--er--gentleman friend returned and

fitted his key in the lock. I am not at all sure," he said, wiping his

hands with his handkerchief, "that he will not regard the open window

as a suspicious circumstance. He may be of a low turn of mind. However,

all's well that ends here in this room. Here it is."




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