If nothing comes in half an hour now I shall send two more." "And then, if nothing comes ?" "Then, my dear, then we shall begin to worry." Half an hour passed; the little bell was silent; Claflin and Sutton were still visible from the window.

Miss Kellner's eyes were immovably fixed on Mr.Wynne's face, and he repressed his gnawing anxiety with an effort.

Finally he wrote again on the tissue slips-- three of them this time--and together they climbed to the roof, attached the messages, and watched the birds disappear.
Another hour--two hours--two hours and a half passed.

Suddenly the girl arose with pallid face and colorless lips.
"I can't stand it, Gene, I can't!" she exclaimed hysterically.

"I must know.