d fortune and of his condescension.

On being called to the telephone at ten in the morning, Aline demanded
to know what could excuse Griswold for rousing her in the middle of the
night!

Griswold replied that, though the day was young, it also was charming;
that on Sunday there might be rain; and that if she desired to see the
house he and Post thought would most suit her, he and his car would be
delighted to convey her to it. They could make the run in an hour,
lunch with friends at Westbury, and return in plenty of time for the
theatre. Aline was delighted at the sudden interest Griswold was
showing in the new house. Without a moment's hesitation she walked into
the trap. She would go, she declared, with pleasure. In an hour he
should call for her.

Exactly an hour later Post arrived at his office. He went directly to
Cochran.

"Charles," he said, "I'm afraid I got you into trouble yesterday. I
took a client to see your house. You have often let us do it before;
but since I was there last you've made some changes. In your
bedroom--" Post stopped.

Cochran's naive habit of blushing told him it was not necessary to
proceed. In tones of rage and mortification Cochran swore explosively;
Post was relieved to find he was swearing at himself.

"I ought to be horsewhipped!" roared Cochran. "I'll never forgive
myself! Who," he demanded, "saw the pictures? Was it a man or a woman?"

Post laughed unhappily.

"It was Chester Griswold."

A remarkable change came over Cochran. Instead of sobering him, as
Post supposed it would, the information made him even more angry--only
now his anger was transferred from himself to Griswold.

"The blankety-blank bounder!" yelled Cochran. "That was what he
wanted! That's why he came here!"

"Here!" demanded Post.

"Not an hour ago," cried Cochran. "He asked me about Bar Harbor. He
saw those pictures were taken at Bar Harbor!"

"I think," said Post soothingly, "he'd a right to ask questions. There
were so many pictures, and they were very--well--very!"

"I'd have answered his questions," roared Cochran, "if he'd asked them
like a man, but he came snooping down here to spy on me. He tried to
trick me. He insulted me! He insulted her!" He emitted a howl of
dismay. "And I told him I'd never been to Bar Harbor--that I'd never
met Aline Proctor!"

Cochran seized his coat and hat. He shouted to one of the office boys
to telephone the garage for his car.

"What are