He turned the car up Madison Avenue and drove without another word to East Sixty-seventh Street and stopped in front of a small house that was sandwiched between a mansion and a twelve-story apartment-house.

"This is mine," he said simply.

"Will you come in ?" A smile of huge relief came into Joan's eyes.

"Why worry ?" she said.
"How foolish of us not to have thought of this before!" But there was no smile on Martin's face.

His eyes were amazingly bright and his mouth set firmly.