Then, as a bird, deceived by the silence, hopped to the window sill and began its cheep, "cheep," Mr.Ransom broke the spell by saying in low but studiously business-like tones: "Have you thought it worth while to study the ground under her window or anywhere else for footprints?
It might not be amiss; what do you think about it ?" "Let us go," readily acquiesced the lawyer, rising to his feet with an honest show of alacrity; "after which I must telegraph to New York.

I was expected back to-day." "I know it; but your duties there will keep; these here cannot.

Your hand on the promise that you will respect my secret till--well, till I can assure you that my intuitions are devoid of any real basis." The lawyer's palm met his; then they started to go out; but before they had passed the door, Mr.Ransom came back, and lifting the comb from the table he put it in his pocket.

As he did this, his eye flashed sidewise on the other.

There were strange hints and presentiments in it which brought the color to the usually imperturbable lawyer's cheek.
In going out they passed the office-door.