"Very well," said the girl coldly, "if you wish it that way." They came to the door of seven teen, and she took the pail from Mr. Magee's hand. "Thanks."
"'Where are you going, my pretty maid?'" asked Magee, indicating the pail.
"'"I'll see you at luncheon, sir,'" she said, "re sponded Miss Norton, and the door of seventeen slammed shut.
Mr. Magee returned to number seven, and thoughtfully stirred the fire. The tangle pf events bade fair to swamp him.
"The mayor of Reuton," he mused, "has the fifth key. What in the name of common sense is going on? It's too much even for melodra matic me." He leaned back in his chair. "Any- how, I like her eyes," he said. "And I shouldn't want to be quoted as disapproving of her hair, either. I'm on her side, whichever it may be."
