I come up here to see Mr. Bland. We got some business to transact, and we'd consider it a great kindness if you was to leave us alone here in the office."
Mr. Magee hesitated. He saw the girl nod her Jaead slightly, and move toward the stairs.
"Certainly, if you wish," he said. "I hope you won't go without saying good-by, Mr. Cargan."
"That all depends," replied the mayor. "I've enjoyed knowing you, one and all. Good night."
The women, the professor and Mr. Magee moved up the broad stairway. On the landing Mr. Magee heard the voice of Mrs. Norton, some where in the darkness ahead.
"I'm worried, dearie—real worried."
"Hush," came the girl's voice. "Mr. Magee— we'll meet again—soon."
Mr. Magee seized the professor's arm, and to- gether they stood in the shadows.
"I don't like the looks of things," came Bland's hoarse complaint from below. "What time is it?"
"Seven-thirty," Cargan answered. "A good half-hour yet."
"There was somebody on the second floor when
