ILLUSTRATIONS
| PAGE | |
| “Hello, young feller! What are you out of quod for?” | [Frontispiece] |
| “Get into this chair,” Sydney ordered | [12] |
| She was in evening dress | [132] |
| A premonition of disaster swept him | [138] |
| “Mine leetle Ida would be eighteen already” | [164] |
| “Here she is!” Max shouted wildly | [188] |