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A key clicked in the terrace door--a voice swore muffledly at the rain Dale lowered her revolver slowly It was Richard Fle--come to meet her here, instead of down by the drive

She had telephoned hiht of her single candle, she wondered if this rather dissipated, rather foppish young man about town, in his early thirties, could possibly understand and appreciate the motives that had driven her to seek his aid Still, it was for Jack! She clenched her teeth and resolved to go through with the plan ht be a desperate expedient but she had nowhere else to turn!

Fle shut the terrace door behind hi to shake the rain fro--yes!" Dale laid her aunt's revolver down on the table Fley

"I'm sorry," he said, "I rapped but nobody seeh--I'm sorry," said Dale with mechanical politeness

He smiled "Oh, no" He stripped off his cap and raincoat and placed the himself off as he did so with finicky little movements of his hands

"Reggie Beresford broughtdown the drive"

Dale decided not to waste words in the usual co, I' hieous appeal in her eyes

He made a polite ed on "You know the Union Bank closed today"

He laughed lightly

"Yes, I know it! I didn't have anything in it--or any other bank for that matter," he ado to sle was best from which to present her appeal

"Well, even if you haven't lost anything in this bank failure, a lot of your friends have--surely?" she went on

"I'll say so!" said Fle down the road in his Packard norithing with pain!"

Dale hesitated; Fleible that, for aher project up entirely Then, "Waster or not--he's the only man who can help us!" she told herself and continued

"Lots of awfully poor people are going to suffer, too," she said wistfully

Fle the poor with a wave of his hand

"Oh, well, the poor are always in trouble," he said with airy heartlessness "They specialize in suffering"