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JENNIE INTERVIEWS A FRIGHTENED OFFICIAL.
It was a little past seven o'clock when Miss Baxter's hansom drove up to the two-storeyed house in Rupert Square numbered 17.

She knocked at the door, and it was speedily opened by a man with some trace of anxiety on his clouded face, who proved to be Hazel himself, the clerk at the Board of Public Construction.

"You are Mr.Hazel ?" she ventured, on entering.
"Yes," replied the man, quite evidently surprised at seeing a lady instead of the man he was expecting at that hour; "but I am afraid I shall have to ask you to excuse me; I am waiting for a visitor who is a few minutes late, and who may be here at any moment." "You are waiting for Mr.Alder, are you not ?" "Yes," stammered the man, his expression of surprise giving place to one of consternation.
"Oh, well, that is all right," said Miss Jennie, reassuringly.

"I have just driven from the office of the _Daily Bugle_.