seem odd that she should have made an appointment, at that hour of the night, without saying a word of it to me; but I did venture to inquire when I might expect her to return. Leaning her head out of the cab, just as it was starting, she called out to me, 'Perhaps never.' I didn't suppose that she was entirely in earnest, but somehow I couldn't help feeling that, about the answer, there was something which might turn out to be unpleasantly prophetic."
"One thing is plain. Miss Adair, you must come with me at once to Imperial Mansions. Your presence may restore to your friend her memory. But, whether or not, you must bring her home, or at any rate you must take her away from the Mansions, and that immediately."
"Your manner, Mr. Ferguson, is autocratic. You don't ask me, you command; but I'll obey. That is, if you'll condescend to wait while I put a hat on."
She went upstairs. Almost immediately she had done so there came a ring at the front door. The door was opened and shut again. After it had been shut. Miss Adair called down the stairs:
"Ellen, who was that?"
The maid's voice replied, "It was some one who wished to see Miss Moore. He said his name was Withers—Mr. George Withers."
"George Withers!" I shouted.
