was the key to the door that she tied to the gate?"
"Probably. I did not ask her."
"Curious, her locking that fellow in," he reflected.
"You may depend on it, there was a good reason for it all. And I wish you wouldn't be so suspicious of motives, Rich," I said warmly.
"Only yesterday you were the suspicious one," he retorted, and we lapsed into strained silence.
It was late when we got to Washington. One of Mrs. Klopton's small tyrannies was exacting punctuality at meals, and, like several other things, I respected it. There are always some concessions that should be made in return for faithful service.
So, as my dinner hour of seven was long past, McKnight and I went to a little restaurant down town where they have a very decent way of fixing chicken a la King. Hotchkiss had departed, economically bent, for a small hotel where he lived on the American plan.
"I want to think some things over," he said in response to my invitation to dinner, "and, any-
