I even did the work in his apartments, but when he returned and saw me there he seemed to lose his temper, wanted to know why I was hanging around, and ordered me out of the place." "The ingrate!" exclaimed the girl, laying a warm, consoling hand on the other's arm.

"You're sure he wasn't drinking ?" "I don't think so, miss.

Just the sight of me seemed to drive him mad.
Flung money at me, he did, told me to get out, that he never wanted to see me again.

Since then I have tried for three weeks to find work, but it has been useless." While she gave him a word of sympathy, Miss Donovan was busily thinking.

She remembered Willis's remark in the apartments, "Are you sure of the dead man's identity?
His face is badly mutilated, you know"; and her alert mind sensed a possibility of a newspaper story back of young Cavendish's unwarranted and strange act.