talked about all sorts of indifferent subjects. Finally I leaned over and asked Will if he didn't want to go into the smoking-car.
"Understand?" I inquired.
"Surely," he replied, "surely, I do, Miss Canny," and left us.
A half-an-hour outside New London Bob began to talk. "Do you want to hear about last night?" he asked me.
"If you want to tell me," I replied.
"Well, I found her. I found Ruth."
"Yes, I know you did, Bob."
"Do you know where I found her?"
"Why, no. Of course I don't."
"Well, I'll tell you. After I left you I went first to the Madison Avenue address. It wasn't until I gave the lady at the desk of that club the impression that I came bearing news of some serious nature connected with Ruth's family, that she gave me the address where Ruth's mail is forwarded. She told me it was Ruth's place of business. It was an address up near the region of the Park, no name, just the bare street and number. I called 'information,' and finally the house on the 'phone. I was informed Miss Vars would not be in until after dinner. So I waited, and about half-past eight went up there. I found the house—a big, impressive affair, grilled iron fence close to it in front, very fine, very luxurious; all the windows curtained darkly, with a glow of brightness through the cracks here and there. I hesitated to
