Margaret Cameron

“ That's all right. I'd go to jail for him any day. But, I tell you, that detective was hot!" His twinkling glance met Grosvenor's for an instant. "When I left he was trying to explain things to some of the newspaper boys. He can't stop the story, though. It's too good to keep. I told them Graves was quite a personage in his own State, and they are all hot on his trail by this time."
"That will be delightful for your friend Mr. Graves," suggested one of the women.
"They won't trouble Graves any," said Ranlett, with a queer smile. "They'll never find him. ”

“ If Jean Ranlett had not been one of the bridesmaids, it is doubtful whether Grosvenor would have come East at that time, even to attend Tom Keeler's wedding, for it was just before election, and he was a candidate for a second term.
He was the youngest judge on the bench of the Western State in which he had settled after leaving college, and was generally recognized as a brilliant and able man. That he was still a bachelor was a matter of much concern to various matrons who knew him and had never heard of Jean Ranlett, and wide and intricate were the nets spread for his ensnaring ”

“ Graves," he sullenly admitted. "I dodged you out there in the waiting-room and thought you hadn't seen me. And here you are, laying for me with detectives. What business is it of yours?" He flared into weak indignation. "Why should you hound me? What is it to you?"
Grosvenor shrugged his shoulders and turned to the detective.
"Then you are Tracey?" the officer asked.
"Oh yes," wearily returned Ranlett, "I'm Tracey fast enough. Take me in. I give up."
"Are you satisfied?" hurriedly asked Grosvenor. "I've only half a minute left to make that train." ”

“ It was five minutes past seven when the boat bumped against the piers at Desbrosses Street, and Grosvenor was the first man off. He sent a porter for a closed cab, while he went himself for his luggage, all of which—bag, suit-case, and hat-box—he took inside the cab with him. He gave his order, told the man to drive fast, as he had to take a seven-forty-four train, slammed the door, and pulled down the curtains. ”

“ At three o'clock he telephoned Ranlett that everything was satisfactorily settled, and that he would leave Philadelphia at four, reaching New York about half after six. A train that would get them to New Rochelle just in time for the wedding would leave the city about quarter to eight, and he asked Ranlett to meet him at the Grand Central Station, where he would dress and snatch, if possible, a bite to eat. ”

“ No, you stay here and get together what money you can. And keep in touch with me over the telephone. I may want you to see some people here for me, in case I have to find the cash, though I shall try to arrange all that to-night over the 'phone. ”