latter course.

After discovering the number of the house and fixing certain landmarks in her mind, she returned to the elevated station. "They'll not dispose of the books, that's certain," she told herself. "The course to be taken in the future will come to me."

Stealing silently into her room on her return, she was surprised to find her roommate awake, robed in a kimono and pacing the floor. "Why, Florence!" she breathed. "Why, yourself!" Florence turned upon her. "Where've you been in all this storm? Five minutes more and I should have called the matron. She would have notified the police and then things would have been fine. Grand! Can you see it in the morning papers? 'Beautiful co-ed mysteriously disappears from the university dormitory in storm. No trace of her yet found. Roommate says no cause for suicide.'" "Oh!" gasped Lucile, "you wouldn't have!"

"What else could I do? How was I to know what had happened? You hadn't breathed a word. You--" Florence sat down upon her bed, dug her bare toes into the rug, and stared at her roommate. For once in her life, strong, dependable, imperturbable Florence was excited.

"I know," said Lucile, removing her water-soaked dress and stockings and chafing her benumbed feet. "I--I guess I should have told you about it, but it was something I was quite sure you wouldn't understand, so I didn't, that's all. But now--now I've got to tell someone or I'll burst, and I'd rather tell you than anyone else I know." "Thanks," Florence smiled. "Just for that, I'll help you into dry clothes, then you can tell me in comfort."

The clock struck three, and the girls were still deep in the discussion of the mystery. "One thing is important," said Florence. "That is the value of the Shakespeare. Perhaps it's not worth so terribly much after all."

"Perhaps not," Lucile wrinkled her brow, "but I am awfully afraid it is. Let's see—who could tell me? Oh, I know—Frank Morrow!"

"Who's Frank Morrow?"

"He's the best authority on old books there is in the United States today. He's right here in this city. Got a cute little shop on the fifteenth floor of the Marshal Annex building. He's an old friend of my father. He'll tell me anything I need to know about books."

"All right, you'd better see him to-morrow, or I mean to-day. And now for three winks." Florence threw off her kimono and leaped into bed. Lucile 

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