author - "Isabel Ostrander"

st she see the deep red flood of shame which had suffused his face. Poor little skinny, homely, orphan kid, thrown out to buck the world for herself, and stopping in her first flight from injustice to help a stranger, only to have him think her a possible criminal! He was glad that his back twinged and his head throbbed; he ought to be kicked out into the ditch and left to die there for harboring such thoughts.He was a cur, and she--hang it! There was something appealing about her in spite of

nt. I should say, in the neighborhood of one o'clock, but of course we can't be absolutely certain."Gaunt had approached the body, and was passing his fingers lightly and thoroughly over it. "No doubt about robbery being the motive?" he asked, as he worked. "Oh, no," the Inspector put in, easily. "No weapon found, window open, tracks before window in the carpet and on the curtains, and Mr. Appleton's jewelry and money gone." "I understand." Gaunt