She was fumbling with the buttons of his waistcoat.
"Harry," she said, softly, "did you think of the property when--when--you kissed me in the conservatory ?" "I thought of nothing but YOU," he answered, tenderly.
Suddenly she started from his embrace.

"But Pereo!--Harry--tell me quick--no one-nobody can think that this poor demented old man could--that Dr.West was--that--it's all a trick--isn't it?
Harry--speak!" He was silent for a moment, and then said, gravely, "There were strange men at the fonda that night, and--my father was supposed to carry money with him.

My own life was attempted at the Mision the same evening for the sake of some paltry gold pieces that I had imprudently shown.

I was saved solely by the interference of one man.

That man was Pereo, your mayordomo!" She seized his hand and raised it joyfully to her lips.