And they have this detective who follows me.

He will find me some day--for the reward--and will tell the truth." "The reward ?" "Yes--a thousand dollars.

Don't you remember reading--" The girl stopped short as if to check herself.
"You--you are Florence Gibbons!" gasped Constance as with a rush there came over her the recollection of a famous unsolved mystery of several months before.
The girl did not look up as Constance bent over and put her arms about her.
"Who was he ?" she asked persuasively.
"Preston--Lansing Preston," she sobbed bitterly.

"Only the other day I read of his engagement to a girl in Chicago--beautiful, in society.
Oh--I could KILL him," she cried, throwing out her arms passionately.
"Think of it.

He--rich, powerful, respected.