The Mysterious Questioner July brought Rosalie's visit to an end, and once more Tinkletown basked in her smiles and yet wondered why they were so sad and wistful.

She and Bonner were much nearer, far dearer to one another than ever, and yet not one effort had been made to bridge the chasm of silence concerning the thing that lay uppermost in their minds.

She only knew that Anderson Crow had not "run down" his clew, nor had the New York sleuth reported for weeks.

Undoubtedly, the latter had given up the search, for the last heard of him was when he left for Europe with his wife for a pleasure trip of unknown duration.

It looked so dark and hopeless to her, all of it.