A NIGHT MARCH Arkwright saw no one but his valet-masseur for several days; on the left side of his throat the marks of Craig's fingers showed even above the tallest of his extremely tall collars.

From the newspapers he gathered that Margaret had gone to New York on a shopping trip--had gone for a stay of two or three weeks.

When the adventure in the garden was more than a week into the past, as he was coming home from a dinner toward midnight he jumped from his electric brougham into Craig's arms.
"At last!" exclaimed Josh, leading the way up the Arkwright steps and ringing the bell.

Grant muttered a curse under his breath.

When the man had opened the door, "Come in," continued Josh loudly and cheerily, leading the way into the house.
"You'd think it was his house, by gad!" muttered Grant.
"I've been walking up and down before the entrance for an hour.