eman, as
he came up. "'As that dirty fellow frighted you?"

"Oh, no. He didn't beg. I am not frightened," Anne answered quickly.
"I'm going home now."

"If so be folks worrit you on the streets, a'lays holler for a cop,"
said the guardian of the peace. "We'll take care of you. That's what
we're here for. And I've chillen of me own and a'lays look out
partic'lar for the little ones."

"Thank you, thank you! Good-by."

Anne's disturbed looks would have excited comment, had her friends not
been occupied with troubles of their own. The doctor in his visit that
afternoon had urged Miss Drayton to go to Paris as soon as possible and
put Mrs. Patterson under charge of the physician whom he had before
recommended.

"If any one can help her, he is the man," said Dr. Foster.

"'If!' Is it so serious?" faltered Miss Drayton.

The doctor hesitated. Then he said: "We must hope for the best. Your
sister may get on nicely."

"Is her throat worse?" asked Miss Drayton.

"I--er-r--I prefer to have you consult Dr. La Farge," replied the
doctor.

It was resolved, then, to go to Paris at once. While Miss Drayton was
packing, the American mail came in, and brought a letter from New York
police headquarters. The officer, whose interest in the case had led him
to push his inquiries as far as possible, wrote at length. In the
investigation of the Stuyvesant Trust Company, accused of violating the
Anti-Trust Law, certain business papers had been secured which proved
that Mr. Carey Mayo had taken trust funds, speculated in cotton futures,
lost heavily during a panic, and covered his misuse of the company's
funds by falsifying his accounts. Evidently it had been a mere
speculation not a deliberate theft. Mr. Mayo had been refunding larger
or smaller sums month by month for a year. Had it not been for this
investigation of the company's affairs, he might and probably would have
replaced the whole amount and his guilt would never have been known.
When the investigation began, he made hasty plans to escape to Europe
with his niece. Being informed that he was about to be arrested, he
left the child on the steamer, as we know, and escaped--to Canada, the
police thought.

A number of his acquaintances in the city had been interviewed. They had
known Mr. Mayo for years, but only in the way of business and knew
nothing of his family; one or two had heard him mention a sister and a
niece.

The servants in his Cathedral Parkway apartment ha