Where was he?
Why did he not answer her message in some way?
No one had followed her.
Were they centering their efforts on capturing him?
She haunted the news-stand in the lobby of the beautifully appointed hotel.

Her desire to read newspapers grew.

She read everything.
It was just two weeks since they had left New York on their separate journeys when, on the evening of another newsless day, she was passing the news-stand.

From force of habit she glanced at an early edition of an evening paper.
The big black type of the heading caught her eye: NOTED FORGER A SUICIDE With a little shriek, half-suppressed, she seized the paper.

It was Carlton.