She had waited a long time before I came back.
And I told her it was a half-holiday to-morrow, the three-days' holiday coming on"-- "Would you know her again ?" anxiously demanded Clayton.
"Certainly," murmured the sordid liar, speaking the truth for once.
"Describe her," hastily ordered the excited man.

And Master Emil Einstein gave a not too glowing description of the charms of his own mother.
"Listen," said the half-demented Clayton.

"You must watch all to-morrow morning, down below, upon the sidewalk, and around the entrance.
"If that lady comes, just detain her down there, and I will join her at once.

Not a word to a living soul.

Swear that you'll keep this secret, and I'll make your fortune yet." "I swear on my life," said the startled boy, frightened at the ghastly pallor of Clayton's face.
He hastened away, leaving the cashier disturbed at his last disclosure.
"I forgot to say that she fears they may move your friend to-night, some place, God knows where: perhaps to some hospital, and then, of course, she couldn't come." Randall Clayton sank into a chair with a smothered groan.