significant looking creature, not at all the sort of
person one would associate with threats of the kind that Ruth Morton had
been receiving. She appeared to be greatly ashamed of her sudden
collapse, and kept insisting, in spite of her evident weakness, that she
was quite all right again, and wanted to go.

Grace, however, paid no attention to her protestations, but insisted
that she remain quiet.

"The doctor will be here in a moment," she said. "You must wait quietly
until he comes."

The woman, however, seemed determined to leave, and it was with a sigh
of relief that Grace welcomed her husband's return.

Duvall came in hurriedly, as he did so taking a small brown bottle from
his waistcoat pocket.

"Get me a glass of water," he said to the negro maid. The woman brought
one at once.

Duvall took a tablet from the bottle and placed it in the glass,
stirring the water about with the end of a lead pencil until the tablet
was dissolved. Then he went up to the woman on the couch.

"Here--drink this," he commanded. "It will quiet your nerves."

The woman took the glass, her eyes regarding him with suspicion. Duvall,
in his character of a physician, turned aside, and addressed a few words
to Grace, fearing that in some way the woman might succeed in
recognizing him. As a result both failed to see that instead of drinking
the medicine he had given to her, the girl swiftly poured it upon the
floor. When he again turned to her, she held the empty glass in her
hand.

Duvall took it from her, and handed it to Grace.

"Come with me, Miss," he said. "I will see you home."

"It isn't necessary," the woman gasped. "I--I'm all right now."

"You have had a severe shock, Miss. As a physician, it is my duty to see
that you arrive home safely. I have already engaged a cab. Come." He
took the woman by the arm and in spite of her objections, raised her
from the couch.

Suddenly her opposition vanished. She seemed glad of his assistance,
and, leaning on his arm, made her way from the theater. Duvall was in
high spirits. He fully believed that his plan had succeeded, that the
woman at his side was the one who was responsible for the threats which
had made Ruth Morton so wretched for the past few days.

The cab that he had engaged stood waiting at the door. He put the woman
inside. She seemed very weak and helpless. "Drive to the ---- Hotel,"
Duvall called to the chauffeur, then entered the cab and seated himself
at the woma