They want me to talk to Chicago on another little piece of business." * * * * * It was a few minutes before midnight when Quest parted the curtains of a room on the ground floor of his house in Georgia Square, and looked out into the snow-white street.

Then he turned around and addressed the figure lying as though asleep upon the sofa by the fire.
"Lenora," he said, "I am going out.

Stay here, if you please, until I return." He left the room.

For a few moments there was a profound silence.

Then a white face was pressed against the window.