from reassured for a feeling of
unrest had settled down upon her. She snapped on the lights in the room
and looked around.

Apparently nothing had been disturbed and Helen walked past her and went
on into her own room. A puff of wind stirred the curtains at the
half-opened window and Janet walked over and looked out. There was no
fire escape nearby and it would have been impossible for anyone to have
gained access to their room in that manner. But then, she asked herself,
why would anyone want to enter their room. They carried no personal
jewelry of any value and the money they had left in the room was of such
a small amount that it would not make robbery worth while.

In the next room Helen was humming to herself as she undressed and
prepared to take a shower. Janet dropped down on the bed to rest a
moment. It had been a hectic day and she was tired. Her eyes dropped and
she fell into a deep sleep.

Helen finished her shower, looked in at Janet, then returned to her own
room, where she partially dressed, put on a dressing gown, and sat down
to write a letter home chronicling the events of her first day in New
York.

Janet awoke as suddenly as she had fallen asleep. Helen had turned out
the light in her room and it was quite dark now, the only light coming
through the half-opened door that led to the bathroom and on to Helen's
room.

Janet turned on the light over the desk where she had been writing and
glanced down at the manuscript she had been working on. She turned and
called sharply to Helen.

"Did you pick up the manuscript I finished this afternoon?" she asked.

"Haven't seen it since we left for the Battery," replied Helen. "The
last I knew it was right beside your typewriter. Maybe you're too sleepy
to see it."

"I'm not that sleepy," retorted Janet.

Perhaps she had put it on the dresser and she turned toward that article
of furniture but there was no sign of the manuscript there. She pulled
open the drawers, but the manuscript was not there and Helen joined her
in the hunt.

"Sure you haven't taken it to your room and mislaid it?" asked Janet, a
deep pucker of worry lining her forehead.

"We'll look to make sure," said Helen and they hastened to her room, but
the search there was just as fruitless as the one in Janet's room. Janet
even looked in the closets, but there was no encouragement there. In a
last hope, she went through the wastepaper basket, but she was doomed to
disappointment and tu