Then a far voice hailed her; she gave the name; waited interminable minutes until a servant's sleepy voice requested her to hold the wire.

And, at last: "Is it you ?" * * * * * "Garry, could you come here to-night ?" * * * * * "Danger?
No, I am in no danger; I am just frightened." * * * * * "I don't know what is frightening me." * * * * * "No, not ill.

It's only that I am so horribly alone here in the rain.
I--I cannot seem to endure it." She was speaking almost incoherently, now, scarcely conscious of what she was saying.

"There's a man downstairs who talks in empty rooms and listens to things I cannot hear--listens every day, I tell you; I've seen him often, often--I mean Louis Malcourt! And I cannot endure it--the table that moves, and the--O Garry! Take me away with you.

I cannot stand it any longer!" * * * * * "Will you come ?" * * * * * "To-night, Garry ?" * * * * * "How long will you be?
I simply cannot stay alone in this house until you come.