nner, when a page came through the room,
calling her name. She got up at once and followed him to the lobby.

"I am Mrs. Duvall," she said.

The boy looked up.

"There's a chauffeur outside wants to see you, ma'am," he said, "Tom
Leary."

Grace understood at once, and made her way to the sidewalk. The cab
driver of the morning stood near the entrance.

"I beg pardon, ma'am, for calling you out," he said, "but I couldn't
come in, and there was something I felt you ought to know."

"What is it?"

"A lady came here to see me a while ago," he said. "A smallish looking
woman, not pretty, with light hair. She had on a dark brown suit. Not
very good style, ma'am. She asked me if I knew anybody in the hotel
named Duvall. I said I did. I find she'd been asking all the other
cabmen, and had been to the desk, before that. I guess she must have
been inquiring for your husband, ma'am."

"Yes--yes--very likely," Grace hastily replied. "What then?"

"Well, ma'am, she then asked me if I knew Mrs. Duvall. I said I did.
Then she wanted to know if I'd driven either you or your husband to any
other hotel to-day, and I said I hadn't, but that I usually did drive
you, when you went anywhere. I took the liberty of saying that, ma'am."

"Yes. I'm glad you did. Go on."

"Then she hands me five dollars, and says that if I _did_ drive you to
any other hotel, I was to let her know which one it was."

"Where?" Grace asked, eagerly.

The man fished from his pocket a small bit of cardboard upon which was
scrawled with a pencil "Alice Watson, General Delivery."

Grace stared at the bit of paper in surprise. Had she, by some lucky
chance, discovered the very person for whom Richard was seeking? Of
course the name was probably a fictitious one, and the address "General
Delivery," meant nothing, and yet, it provided a clew by means of which
this woman might be found.

"You have acted very wisely, Leary," she said. "I am greatly obliged to
you."

"Do you want me to send her any word, ma'am?"

"I may. I am anxious to get hold of this woman, or, to be more exact, my
husband is. I will consult with him first, however. It may be that he
will want you to write her a letter, giving her some such information as
she desires, and then, by going to the general delivery window at the
post office and watching, identify her when she comes for it. Do you
think you could arrange to get off and do this?"

"Well, ma'am, even if I can't arrange to ge