Gilbert Palgrave and Joan Gray,--there was truth in that story, as she had thought.

She had heard of his having been seen everywhere with Joan night after night, and her sister-in-law, who lived opposite to the little house in East Sixty-seventh Street, had seen him leaving in the early hours of the morning more than once.

A lucky strike, indeed.
Intuition was a wonderful gift.

She was highly pleased with herself.
"Good-by, my dear," she said.

"I will drive over again one day this week and see how you are all getting on in this beautiful corner of the world.