_Doone Wins_ A servant answered the bell almost at once.

"Tell Miss Smith that she's wanted in Miss Tolliver's room," said Mark, and, when the servant disappeared, he began pacing up and down the room.

Now and then he cast a sharp glance to the side and scrutinized the face of Ronicky Doone.

With Ruth's permission, the latter had lighted a cigarette and was smoking it in bland enjoyment.

Again the leader paused directly before the girl, and, with his feet spread and his head bowed in an absurd Napoleonic posture, he considered every feature of her face.