ed," was the reply. "Goodnight. Will I see you
to-morrow?"

"Either to-morrow or the day after. I want to settle up this real
estate deal. I promised my wife I'd do it."

The Englishman came away from the house and hurried along the street to
where the trolley car ran. He boarded a car moving towards the depot
and Adam Adams did the same. At the depot Matlock Styles took a train
for home.

Adam Adams made his way to a hotel in a thoughtful mood. The
conversation he had overheard interested him greatly. He decided to
learn more concerning the pair, and especially Matlock Styles, without
unnecessary delay.

CHAPTER XVIII

A GIRL'S RAVINGS

Raymond Case passed a sleepless night watching over Margaret. The
doctor called once more, as he had agreed, and left another soothing
powder, which the nurse administered with difficulty. She shook her
head when she came out of the sick room.

"What do you think?" questioned the young man pleadingly.

"To tell the truth, it looks like a bad case to me, Mr. Case," was the
reply. "I may be mistaken, but I've had a pretty large hospital
experience. She doesn't seem to respond to treatment as she should."

"Don't you think I ought to call in a specialist?"

Martha Sampson shrugged her shoulders. "That is for you to say. It
wouldn't be proper for me to say anything against Doctor Bird."

"I'll send for a specialist at once," said Raymond, and hurried off to
the nearest telephone station. He had some difficulty in getting the
proper connection with New York, and then had to hold the wire until
the specialist could be roused up. The expert's fee was large, but
once guaranteed, he promised to come by the first train.

"He'll be here by seven o'clock," said the young man, on returning to
the house.

"Will you let Doctor Bird know?"

"Yes, as soon as the specialist gets here. I want to be sure of my new
man first."

It was six o'clock when Margaret roused up once more. Raymond was
dozing in an armchair, the nurse having retired to get a short sleep.
The young man was instantly at the sufferer's side.

All the color had left Margaret's face and she was deathly pale. Her
eyes were as bright as stars and had a look in them that Raymond had
never before seen.

"Are you better, Margaret?" he asked softly.

"I--I don't know," she answered slowly. "I--I feel very strange all
over me."

"Perhaps you had better go to sleep again."

"No, I don't want t