otioned the two boys to seats on a divan nearby. "Now then, Dorothy and Bill-I want you two chatterboxes to keep quiet while I ask Mr. Bright some questions and get this matter straight

my questions for the present, I'll get you to tel

you to take all this

o ferret things out. Now, as I understand it, you mistook Dorothy for her

is,

hile. You say that Miss Jordan is a prisoner in her

tring, his hands gripping the edge of the cushio

quiet tone and unhurried manner of speaking was gradually gaining the young man's confidence. Bill an

test her. There isn't a chance, though, that she will pass the test, Mr

she is to be taken aw

ack her clothes today, so as to

hich to get her out of their hands. Now just one question more, Mr. Bright. What made you say that this is a m

ticut, tonight. As I understand it, Dr. Winn has a big laboratory up there where he is experimenting on high explosives for the

chair. "I ordered lunch for three before you young people arrived," he said with a return of his cheerful, hearty way of speaking. "Now I'll phone down and have lunch for four served up her

, snapped shut the cover of her compact. "You have ordered all the things I like best. N

rain of yours working, Dorothy. When I've finished with the head waiter, I want you to tell us all you know about

ll table near the window, and

ave a picture of Janet that she sent me a couple of years ago. We al

ago. It was on a Sunday afternoon, I'd been taking a walk in Central Park, when one of those equinoctial downpours came on very suddenly. Janet w

oward. "If it had been Dorothy, she'd have taken your overcoat a

et her that rainy Sunday. If it had been you, Bill,

uldn't have acce

ever would ha

he laughter at this sally had subsided. "What happene

or money. So then I suggested taking her home and we found we lived in the same apartment house.

ean you are a pretty fast worker, Howard, to get engaged

y for a chance to get even. "You can't be in the center of the

if you take my name

, and speak your piece, or she'll

ance she shot Bill Bolton was a

in New York. I've seen her father, but never met him. Except for this horrible business, which came up a few days ago, all that I know about Janet is that her mother died when she was five, her father parked her at a boarding-school near Chicago, and she stayed there until last June when she graduated. Her summer holida

ife for a girl!

to hide her disgust. "The more I hear about

plains the girl's present predicament. I know a good deal about Dr. Winn and his secretary. If those men are threat

hat. To make a long story short, Aunt Edith ran away with Michael Jordan. They were married in New York, sent Grandpa a copy of the marriage certificate, and then sailed for South America. For several years there was no word from them at all. My mother, whose name was Janet, by the way, loved Aunt Edith as only a twin can love the other. But she couldn't write to her because the eloping couple had left no address. Six years later, mother had a letter from Uncle Michael. He was in Chicago then, and he wrote that Aunt Edith had died, and that he had placed little Janet at the Pence School in Evanston. Mother and Daddy went right out to Chicago, to see Uncle Michael. They tried to get him to let them take Janet home wi

the shoulders, Dorothy, but otherwise you might be Janet, sitting t

out our

'Janet' all the time." Howard turned his head away, and Dorothy could see the emotion that again ove

head in sympathy. Just then there c

s shoulder. "Come, no more of this now. The subject of the double co