From Benjamin Crane she obtained the address of young Douglas, the reporter, and went to see him.
Douglas was greatly pleased with the appearance and manner of his visitor, for Zizi was at her sparkling best, and that was very good indeed.
"You see, Mr. Douglas," she confided with a captivating smile, "I'm a Heart Helper."
"A what?"
"Yes. I help people's hearts,—people who are sad or in trouble. Now, I'm working in the interests of a dear friend, a lovely girl, whose sweetheart is being most unjustly treated, and only I can set things straight. Think of that!"
The great dark eyes flashed an appealing glance at him, and Zizi's red mouth took a sorrowful droop at the corners.
Instinctively he yearned to bring back the smile and he said, promptly, "Can I help you? Is that why you come to me?"
"Exactly," and Zizi beamed at him, quite completing his undoing.
"And what I want," she went on quickly, lest she lose her suddenly-acquired power over him, "is only the address of Mr. John Harrison."
Douglas's face fell, and he plainly showed his embarrassment and chagrin.