It had all happened during her senior year at high school.

To Grace it seemed but yesterday since she had given the testimony that sent Henry Hammond's accomplice to prison for a term of seven years in the state penitentiary.

Seven years! It had been only four years since that memorable occasion.

Perhaps the man had been released earlier for good behavior, or perhaps--Grace's heart beat a trifle faster--he had escaped.
She paid but scant attention to the rest of the performance, and when Jean had died in the arms of his devoted foster daughter, the lights had appeared, and the crowd began filing out of the theatre, she scanned it eagerly.

There was no sign of the disturbing face of "Larry, the Locksmith." The little company of girls made their way to the street, discussing the merits of the various actors who had portrayed so admirably the roles assigned to them.