George Stratton sat in the court-room for a moment dazed, before he thought of the principal figure in the trial; then he rose to go to her side, but he found that Roland was there before him.

He heard her say, "Get me a carriage quickly, and take me away from here." So Stratton went back to his hotel to meet his Chicago detective.

The latter had nothing to report.

He told him the number of drug stores he had visited, but all without avail.

No one had recognized the portrait.
"All right," said Stratton; "then you will just have to go ahead until you find somebody who does.