can't catch us. You didn't do it. So just tell the truth."
"I have! I have!" Ket nearly screamed. "It's you been lyin'—you! By God, if they get me—if they hang me—you've done it!" And he sprang up at her; then, he swung about, showing his back.
"Anything else you want to say?" a plain-clothes man asked.
Joan Daisy gulped, but she maintained control of herself until she had returned to her room and was alone again with her guard.
"There, there," Mrs. Hoswick patted her, when at last She became convulsed with crying. "There, dearie. You didn't do him no harm. They had the goods on him anyway. Don't blame yourself. You didn't do it."
Calvin forsook the hotel, taking refuge in his own rooms, where many messages awaited him, most of which he ignored; but he telephoned to the Todds, in Winnetka, to apologize to Emily for his unceremonious departure, and he was obliged somewhat to supplement the information which they had gained from a newspaper sent them from the city.
"We are holding Ketlar," he admitted; and to Emily's interrogatory, "Was that other girl at the bottom of it?" he replied, "That is one matter which we are investigating."
"Exactly what sort is she?" Emily asked, definitely. "Innocent or awfully bad?"
"That is very difficult to determine," Calvin replied. "Very."
He attempted to dismiss the matter of Joan Daisy Royle, while he ate, solitarily, and later when he lay resting; but he met with no success. How she proffered him fight at their moment of meeting! How white was her forehead, how blue her eyes, how fine the head be-
