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Rh to the usual Interaymi effervescence, and dismissing them as negligible. Cheers for the President ended the reading of his manifesto. Wavering allegiances were at once restored, and it was generally agreed that his statement was superb.

Dick left the café a little happier, though he did not really place a great deal of faith in the official denial. Night had fallen and he walked briskly, now fearing that he might be late. As he went, he remembered his first day's walk through this same labyrinth of narrow streets. Then he caught sight of his fiancée's verandah in the distance, and noticed that the window was open, as on the first day.

There she sat, the little business-woman, with her brass-covered green registers. What a manly little brain it was! And to think that the pair of them had been such fools over that Golden Sun bracelet.... Something to laugh about in after years, that!

"Hello, Maria-Teresa!"

There was no answer, and Dick walked up to the window.

"Maria-Teresa!"

Still no answer. He peered into the room, trying to see where she was hiding. Nobody there.

"Good God! Maria-Teresa!"