"No, I can't say that I have, Miss Abbeway.

I needn't remind you that we don't risk communications except when they are necessary." "Will you try and get into touch with him at once ?" she begged.
"Why ?" Fenn asked, glancing at her searchingly.
"One of our Russian writers," she said, "once wrote that there are a thousand eddies in the winds of chance.

One of those has blown my way to-day--or rather yesterday.

Freistner is above all suspicion, is he not ?" "Far above," was the confident reply.

"I am not the only one who knows him.