She had made that out finally by an act of audacity that at the time had almost stopped her heart-beats and that in retrospect greatly quickened her blushes.

One evening she had lingered late and watched--watched for some moment when the porter, who was in uniform and often on the steps, had gone in with a visitor.

Then she followed boldly, on the calculation that he would have taken the visitor up and that the hall would be free.

The hall _was_ free, and the electric light played over the gilded and lettered board that showed the names and numbers of the occupants of the different floors.

What she wanted looked straight at her--Captain Everard was on the third.