The detective mopped his face with tremulous joy.
"Doris!" exclaimed Mr.Wynne, as the veiled girl entered the room where he sat.

"Doris, my dear girl, what _are_ you doing here ?" He arose and went toward her.

She tore off the heavy veil impatiently, and lifted her moist eyes to his.

There was suffering in them, uneasiness--and more than that.
"Have you heard from him--out there ?" she demanded.
"Not to-day, no," he responded.

"_Why_ did you come here ?" "Gene, I can't stand it," she burst out passionately.