It might even cost us double your retainer before we found her--" "Her?
How did--_why_ do you say '_her_' ?" "Am I wrong ?" asked Keen, smiling.
"No--you are right." The Tracer of Lost Persons sank into abstraction again.

Gatewood waited, hoping that his case might be declined, yet ready to face any music started at his own request.
"She is young," mused Keen aloud, "very beautiful and accomplished.

_Is_ she wealthy ?" He looked up mildly.
Gatewood said: "I don't know--the truth is I don't care--" And stopped.
"O-ho!" mused Keen slowly.

"I--think--I understand.

Am I wrong, Mr.
Gatewood, in surmising that this young lady whom you seek is, in your eyes, very--I may say ideally gifted ?" "She is my ideal," replied the young man, coloring.
"_Ex_actly.