want to hear it. Being ordered, I went. They lived in
a beastly villa and were, to speak generally, a disgrace to humanity by
their utter flabbiness. But there was a flashy sort of a gentleman, by
the name of Powers." He stopped and looked at me for a minute. "A
married flashy gentleman named Nelson Powers. She was sixteen--and she
wrote to Powers. A good many letters she'd written to Powers. Small was
such a fool that Powers guessed there was money in it. And she, of
course, had never thought of a Mrs. Powers. How should she? Sixteen
and----"

"Hopelessly innocent?"

"I really think so," he answered with an air, rather odd, of advancing a
paradox. "She let him worm out of her all that she knew about her
father--which was that he paid the bills for her and that Small had told
her that he was rich. She didn't know where he lived, but Powers got
that out of Small without much trouble, and then it was blackmail on Mr.
Driver, of course."

"Did you get at Powers? Had to pay him something, I suppose?"

"I got at Mrs. Powers--and paid her. Much better! We had the letters in
twenty-four hours. Powers really repented that time, I think! But I had
orders to take her away from the Smalls. The same man never failed Nick
Driver twice! I sent her under escort to Dawlish--at least near
there--to a clergyman's family, where she's been ever since. But it
can't be denied that she left Cheltenham rather--well, rather under a
cloud. If you ask me what I think about it----"

I had been growing interested--yet not interested in precisely the point
about which Mr. Cartmell conjectured that I might be about to inquire.

"Did she say anything about it herself?" I interrupted.

He stroked his chin. "She said rather a curious thing--she was only
sixteen, you know. She said that we might have given her credit for
being able to take just a little care of herself."

"That sounds like underrating your diplomacy, Cartmell."

"I thought myself that it reflected on the bill I proposed to send in!
Funny, wasn't it? From a chit like that!"

"What did you say?"

"Asked her if she'd like a foot-warmer for the journey to Dawlish."

"Capital! You were about to tell me what you thought about it?"

"The folly of a young ignorant girl, no doubt. Powers was an insinuating
rascal--and a girl doesn't know at that age the difference between a
gentleman and a cad. He moved too soon, though. We were in lots of time
to prevent real mischief--and Mrs. Po