But she could never remain angry long, and when they said good-night she whispered demurely: "Are you cross with me, Jeff ?" He turned his head away and she saw that his face was singularly drawn and grave.
"Cross--no.

Good-night.

God bless you!" he said, hoarsely gulping down a lump that rose in his throat.

Then grasping her hand he hurried away.
Completely mystified, Shirley and her companion turned to the office to get the key of their room.

As the man handed it to Shirley he passed her also a cablegram which had just come.