r tell any one what I'm about
to say. Hold up your right hands, all of you."

Three right hands were promptly raised.

"Now, I'll tell you about it," declared Grace, "and please bear in mind,
before I begin, that venerable old saw about truth being stranger than
fiction."

"I knew something startling had happened," declared Anne, when Grace had
concluded. "I read it in your face."

"Oh, why wasn't I with you?" was Elfreda's regretful cry. "I have always
longed to be concerned in a real melodrama."

Miriam, alone, made no comment. She regarded Grace with an intent gaze
that made the latter ask quickly: "What is the matter, Miriam? Don't you
approve of my evening's work? I know Father and Mother won't. I must
write them to-morrow. Still, I could hardly have done otherwise."

"Of course you couldn't," assured Miriam. "I don't disapprove of what
you did. You behaved in true Grace Harlowe fashion."

"Then what made you look at me so strangely?" persisted Grace.

"If I looked at you strangely, then I beg your pardon," smiled Miriam.
"It shall not happen again."

Grace smiled faintly, yet her intuition told her that Miriam had
purposely turned her question aside.

No account of the recapture of "Larry, the Locksmith" appeared in the
morning paper. But in the evening paper a full account was published.
Grace had waited apprehensively for the evening edition, which was
usually out by four o 'clock in the afternoon. She purchased a paper of
the boy who stationed himself daily at the southeast corner of the
campus, but purposely delayed opening it until she reached her room.
Then almost fearfully she unfolded it, with her three friends looking
over her shoulder.

The article began with the flaring headline, "A Desperate Criminal
Recaptured." Grace glanced rapidly down the column, then gave an audible
murmur of relief. "We aren't mentioned. I shall always have a
superlatively good opinion of Chief Ellis. He kept his word to me
absolutely. Now I shan't mind writing Father."

"If I had done what you did, I'd insist upon having my name in extra
large type, and a portrait and biographical sketch of myself as well,"
was Elfreda's modest declaration.

"No, you wouldn't, and you know it," contradicted Grace.

"Well, I might not go as far as the portrait, but I should certainly
have the biographical sketch."

"I am going to entertain to-night in honor of Grace," announced Miriam.
"Shall I invite some of the other girls,