Then, up the stairway moved a slender, white-clad figure, alone.
Claire Standish had sought to do as her brother had wished, and to forget, in the carefree life of the White City, the happenings she had been through.

Dutifully she had come to Miami with him.

Dutifully, for the past three days, she had joined him in such gayeties as he had suggested.

Dutifully, to-night, she had come with him to this dance.

And all the time her heart had been as heavy as lead.
Now, getting rid of her partner on some pretext, she had gone out into the softly illumined gardens to be alone with the yearning and heartache she could not shake off.