Why can't I go away again ?" Mr.Wynne paced the length of the room twice, with troubled brow.
"You don't understand, dear," he said quietly, as he paused before her.

"From the moment I left Mr.Latham's office last Thursday I have been under constant surveillance.

I'm followed wherever I go-- to my office, to luncheon, to the theater, everywhere; and day and night, day and night, there are two men watching this house, and two other men watching at my office.

They tamper with my correspondence, trace my telephone calls, question my servants, quiz my clerks.

You don't understand, dear," he said again.
"But why should they do all this ?" she asked curiously.