THE MAN HIGHER UP The Tocsin! By neither act, sign, nor word had she evidenced the slightest interest in that ring--and yet she must know, she certainly must know that it was now in his possession.

Jimmie Dale was disappointed.

Somehow, he had counted more than he had cared to admit on developments from that ring.
He pulled a little viciously at his cigarette, as he stared out of the St.James Club window.

That was how long ago?
Ten days?
Yes; this would be the eleventh.

Eleven days now and no word from her--eleven days since that night at old Isaac's, since she had last called him, the Gray Seal, to arms.