His work here is done." His work was done! Yes.

But was that to be all?
Had the light in his eyes and the vibrant tremor in his voice as he talked with her--had these been part of his "work," too?
Was it all to end, like this,--and before it had begun?
To her own surprise and to her brother's greater astonishment, the usually self-contained Claire Standish burst into a tempest of weeping.
"Poor, poor little girl!" soothed Milo.

"It's all been too much for you! No one could have stood up under such a strain.
I'll tell you what we're going to do: We're going to Miami, for a week or two, and have a jolly time and make you try to forget all this mystery and excitement.

We'll go to-morrow morning, if you say so." The Miami season was at its climax.

The half-moon driveway outside the front entrance to the Royal Palm Hotel was crowded thick with waiting motor cars, whose occupants were at the hotel's semi-weekly dance.