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 Dave back against the window. A taxicab had stopped in front of the entrance and the carriage man, a gorgeous, dignitary, was helping the single passenger to alight. Wade's grasp on his companion's arm tightened until the latter squirmed.

"What's the matter, boy?" he growled.

"Look! There she is now! See, Dave?"

She had paused to give a direction to the driver. A long coat of black fur and a hat of the same somber material relieved by a single gold aigrette was too much of a disguise for Dave to penetrate at first. But when the chauffeur had touched his cap sketchilly [sic] and the girl had turned toward the store he recognized her. The clear face showed forth from its dark setting like a blush rose and the deep violet eyes sparkled with the excitement of Christmas shopping. As she passed the two men at a distance of a half-dozen feet her glance lifted and swept them. A little flash of recognition lighted her face. Then with something that just escaped being a smile she turned her gaze