It's--it's afternoon, anyhow," he added deprecatingly, "and we are liable to make a call." Captain Harren turned like a man in a dream and entered his bedroom.

And when he emerged he was dressed and groomed with pathetic precision.
"Mr.Keen," he said, "I--I don't know why I am d-daring to hope for all s-sorts of things.

Nothing you have said really warrants it.

But somehow I'm venturing to cherish an absurd notion that I may s-see her." "Perhaps," said the Tracer, smiling.
"Mr.Keen! You wouldn't say that if--if there was no chance, would you?
You wouldn't dash a fellow's hopes--" "No, I wouldn't," said Mr.Keen.

"I tell you frankly that I expect to find her." "To-day ?" "We'll see," said Mr.Keen guardedly.