"Double the guards on every door. What has been done in regard to the other searches that I ordered?"
"Everything's been accomplished. The hotel management has made the rounds of the whole place with pass keys. Every piece of baggage that cannot be vouched for has been examined. Nothing has been found."
"Good. Hurry to those patrolmen. I—"
For Grant had seen in the entrance to the cloakroom, the form of Heinric von Lertz, his coat over his arm, waiting impatiently for Dixie Mason. With a sudden determination, he hurried forward, to reach the entrance, just as Miss Mason came forth, adjusting a loose fold of her opera cloak. Grant bowed.
"Not going?" Miss Mason smiled.
"I assure you it isn't my desire," she said quickly. "Mr. Von Lertz simply insists on it, though. I never was having a better time in my life!"
Harrison Grant turned, to smile into the face of Heinric von Lertz.
"Surely, you wouldn't spoil the pleasure of anyone so sweet as Miss Mason."
"I can't help it, you know," answered Heinric von Lertz somewhat testily. "My head aches."
"Your head aches?" Grant laughed. "And you're going home on account of that? I'd lose my head for a person like Miss Mason!"