endeavors to free Thorpe, and Benjamin Crane too was
beginning to doubt Wise's ability.

Zizi, therefore, felt the brunt of upholding her colleague's reputation
for cleverness and success, and now that things were getting so
complicated, and Penny Wise so far away, the girl felt her
responsibility almost greater than she could bear.

But, she concluded, after deep thought, the first and most important
thing to be done was to locate that John Harrison.

From Benjamin Crane she obtained the address of young Douglas, the
reporter, and went to see him.

Douglas was greatly pleased with the appearance and manner of his
visitor, for Zizi was at her sparkling best, and that was very good
indeed.

"You see, Mr. Douglas," she confided with a captivating smile, "I'm a
Heart Helper."

"A what?"

"Yes. I help people's hearts,--people who are sad or in trouble. Now,
I'm working in the interests of a dear friend, a lovely girl, whose
sweetheart is being most unjustly treated, and only I can set things
straight. Think of that!"

The great dark eyes flashed an appealing glance at him, and Zizi's red
mouth took a sorrowful droop at the corners.

Instinctively he yearned to bring back the smile and he said, promptly,
"Can I help you? Is that why you come to me?"

"Exactly," and Zizi beamed at him, quite completing his undoing.

"And what I want," she went on quickly, lest she lose her
suddenly-acquired power over him, "is only the address of Mr. John
Harrison."

Douglas's face fell, and he plainly showed his embarrassment and
chagrin.

"That I can't tell you," he began,--but paused at the look of despair
that came to Zizi's expressive face.

"Oh, please," she begged. "It's so necessary,--so important. I won't
make any wrong use of the information. Please tell me."

"But I can't, Miss Zizi. You see, Mr.--Harrison isn't where he was.
He--he isn't anywhere."

Clearly, Douglas thought, he was making a mess of things. But what could
he say?

"Are you making game of me?" Zizi's tone was wistful, and with her head
cocked to one side like an alert bird, she waited breathlessly for his
answer.

"No, not a bit of it!"

"But--you say--he isn't anywhere! What do you mean?"

Still under the spell of her smile, her fascinating manner, and her
sweet, piquant little face, Douglas hesitated,--and was lost.

"Well, you see, he,--he was somebody else. I mean he isn't,--that is, he
isn't himself."

"Are you sure you are?" Zi