It was the apartment of the Graysons and Kitty that they sought.
The hall door was of thin, light wood, and as she stood there she could easily hear what passed inside.
"What--is Kitty ill ?" she heard the strange man's voice inquire.
"Yes," replied Mrs.Grayson, then her voice trailed off into an indistinguishable whisper.
"How are you, Kitty ?" asked the man.
"Oh, I have a splitting headache, Jim.

I've had it all day.

I could just get up and--screech!" "I'm sorry.

I hope it gets better soon." "Oh, I guess it will.

They often go away as suddenly as they come.