"The photograph in Senora Gredos' dressing-room.

I often looked at it, and when I left I could not bear to leave it behind.

It was stealing, I know," cried Miss Grant tearfully, "and I have been brought up respectably, but I couldn't help myself." By this time Cuthbert was the color of an autumn sunset.

He was a modest young man, and these barefaced confessions made him wince.

He was about to interpose irritably when Jennings turned on him with a leading question.