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Richard could hardly dress quickly enough after he finished Tolman Bike's letter. The indolent young man had never been seen in such frantic haste. The elevator seemed to him to creep. Rushing out to the street, he jumped into the first cab, telling the driver to make the best possible speed to Fifth Avenue.

With a sad, penitent face, Penelope Howard was impatiently awaiting her handsome lover in her own little room, her abject apologies all cut and dried for use. But he gave her no time.

"Penelope, the mystery is solved!" he yelled, and catching her in his strong arms, he