"MY BEAUTIFUL ONE" Miss Farrell was surprised to find her employer already in his office when she unlocked the door at eight o'clock the next morning, and her surprise was increased when Harwood, always punctilious in such matters, ignored the good-morning with which she greeted him.

The electric lights over Dan's desk were burning, a fact not lost upon his stenographer.

It was apparent that Harwood had either spent the night in his office or had gone to work before daylight.

Rose's eyes were as sharp as her wits, and she recognized at a glance the file-envelopes and papers relating to the Kelton estate, many of them superscribed in her own hand, that lay on Harwood's desk.
She snapped off the lights with an air that implied reproof, or could not have failed of that effect if the man at the desk had been conscious of the act.

He was hopelessly distraught and his face appeared no less pallid in daylight than in the electric glare in which Rose had found him.