hesitated. Lucile broke in: "There was one. I am sure of it, and just now as I looked about there was no one in sight. You don't think someone could suspect--be shadowing us?"

"Of course not."

"It might be that woman who tried to carry the child away."

"I think not. That was in another part of the city. Probably just nothing at all."

"Yes, yes, there it is now. I hear it. Look about quick."

"No one in sight," said Florence. "It's your nerves. You'd better go home and get a good night's sleep."

They parted hurriedly at the station. Florence swung onto the train boarded by the child, a train which she knew would carry her to the north side, directly away from the university. "Probably be morning before I get in," she grumbled to herself. "What a wild chase!" Yet, as she stole a glance now and then at the child, who, all unconscious of her scrutiny, sat curled up in the corner of a near-by seat, she felt that, after all, she was worth the effort being made for her. "Whosoever saveth a soul from destruction," she whispered to herself as the train rattled on over the river on its way north. 

In the meantime, Lucile had boarded a south-bound car. She was not a little troubled by the thought of those footsteps behind them on the sidewalk. She knew it was not her nerves. "Someone was following us!" she whispered to herself. "I wonder who and why." She puzzled over it all the way home; was puzzling over it still when she left her car at the university. 

Somewhat to her surprise she saw Harry Brock leave the same train. He appeared almost to be avoiding her, but when she called to him he turned about and smiled. "So glad to have someone to walk those five lonely blocks with," she smiled.

"Pleasure mutual," he murmured, but he seemed ill at ease. Lucile glanced at him curiously. "He can't think I've got a crush on him," she told herself. "Our friendship's had too much of the ordinary in it for that. I wonder what is the matter with him." Conversation on the way to the university grounds rambled along over commonplaces. Each studiously avoided any reference to the mystery of the missing books. Lucile was distinctly relieved as he left her at the dormitory door. "Well," she heaved a sigh, "whatever could have come over him? He has always been so frank and fine. I wonder if 

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