spoke of one summer hotel flirtation that: was going to prove more than that. Let me—"
Her laugh interrupted.
"You don't even know my name."
"What's the matter with Evelyn Rhodes?" suggested Magee.
"Nothing. It's a perfectly good name. But it isn't mine. I just write under it."
"I prefer Mary, anyhow," smiled Billy Magee. "She called you that. It's Mary."
"Mary what?"
"You have no idea," said he, "how immaterial that is."
They came upon a throng blocking the sidewalk in front pf a tall building of stone. The eyes of the throng were on bulletins; it muttered much as they had muttered who gathered in the station.
"The office of the Star," explained the girl. "The crowd is looking for new excitement. Do you know, for two whole hours this morning we had on exhibition in the window a certain package—a package of money!"
"I think," smiled Magee, "I've seen it somewhere."
