g at the kerb-stone, beside his
car, when a tall young lady, fashionably attired and using a sunshade
to tantalising advantage, crossed the road in front of him and stopped
before one of the office windows. She stepped back a little, looked up
at the sign over the doorway, "The Langford-Ralston Financial
Corporation," and walked inside.

Phil followed, and was just in time to hear her inquiry.

"May I see Mr. Ralston or Mr. Langford, please?"

"Mr. Ralston is just behind you, miss."

The lady turned round.

She was tall, fair-skinned and, as Jim had said,--charming; for Phil
knew in a second that she must be the same young lady of whom his
partner had spoken.

Phil raised his hat and went forward to her. She smiled, and was about
to address him when she stopped up. Her eyes grew wide and her face
blanched. For almost a minute she stood staring at him, then she
almost tottered to him. She put her hand on his sleeve, and her
fingers ran loosely along his arm, as she still held his eyes with
hers.

Her voice came at last, broken and in the faintest of whispers:--

"Philly,--oh, Philly! It is you! Don't you know me? Sister Margery!"
Her voice rose. She threw her arms around his neck and cried:--"I've
found you! Phil,--Phil,--my own, dear brother, Phil! Oh,--I've found
you!"

And Phil, with a heart too full to speak, and a mind too astonished to
grasp the situation thoroughly, held her to him as tears ran down his
cheeks and on to her hair.

At last he led her into his own room, until both of them should regain
their composure.

Years and years rolled back in these last few minutes.

She and Phil were happy little playmates together again.

"Oh, brother!" she said at last, "don't tell me any more. I can't hold
it. Daddy is here. Let's wait for him. Poor old daddy! he's been
starving for you, Philly, and heart-broken because he could not get
news of you anywhere. He felt sure Graham Brenchfield would
know,--and we have just heard of the dreadful things that he did.
Daddy was afraid----"

She picked up the telephone, rang up the hotel and got into
communication with her parents.

"Oh, daddy!--come down the Main Street to number one hundred and
fifty-six. Come quick! Big, big news, daddy! Run all the way! Bring
mother!"

She rang off again, lest she should be tempted to tell her father
more.

Shortly afterwards, when the office staff had gone for the day, a
tall, grey-haired, straight-backed gentleman c