ears, would be swept away by this
war. Already they are tramping up and down his lands in Poland. His
money--much of it--is invested in great hotels in Poland and Russia, and
they are using them for barracks and hospitals."

"Schabelitz! You mean a message for Theodore? From him? That's
wonderful."

"For Theodore, and for you, too."

"For me! I made a picture of him once when I was a little girl. I didn't
see him again for years. Then I heard him play. It was on his last tour
here. I wanted to speak to him. But I was afraid. And my face was red
with weeping."

"He remembers you. And he means to see Theodore and you. He can do much
for Theodore in this country, and I think he will. His message for you
was this: `Tell her I still have the picture that she made of me, with
the jack-in-the-box in my hand, and that look on my face. Tell her I
have often wondered about that little girl in the red cap and the black
curls. I've wondered if she went on, catching that look back of people's
faces. If she did, she should be more famous than her brother."'

"He said that! About me!"

"I am telling you as nearly as I can. He said, `Tell her it was a
woman who ruined Bauer's career, and caused him to end his days a music
teacher in--in--Gott! I can't remember the name of that town----"

"Winnebago."

"Winnebago. That was it. `Tell her not to let the brother spoil his life
that way.' So. That is the message. He said you would understand."

Theodore's face was ominous when she returned to him, after Stein had
left.

"I wish you and Stein wouldn't stand out there in the hall whispering
about me as if I were an idiot patient. What were you saying?"

"Nothing, Ted. Really."

He brooded a moment. Then his face lighted up with a flash of intuition.
He flung an accusing finger at Fanny.

"He has seen her."

"Ted! You promised."

"She's in trouble. This war. And she hasn't any money. I know. Look
here. We've got to send her money. Cable it."

"I will. Just leave it all to me."

"If she's here, in this country, and you're lying to me----"

"She isn't. My word of honor, Ted."

He relaxed.

Life was a very complicated thing for Fanny these days. Ted was
leaning on her; Mizzi, Otti, and now Fenger. Nathan Haynes was poking a
disturbing finger into that delicate and complicated mechanism of
System which Fenger had built up in the Haynes-Cooper plant. And Fenger,
snarling, was trying to guard his treasure. He came to Fanny