THE THIEF Violet Oliver was harassed that night as she had never before been harassed at any moment of her easy life.

She fled to her room.

She stood in front of her mirror gazing helplessly at the reflection of her troubled face.
"What shall I do ?" she cried piteously.

"What shall I do ?" And it was not until some minutes had passed that she gave a thought to whether her window on this night was bolted or not.
She moved quickly across the room and drew the curtains apart.

This time the bolt was shot.