wits, exposed all her secret heart. Dick’s face was a study while she babbled her — ”

“Well? — going to stay there all night?” Bert Wainwright’s voice came down the pipe, sounding megaphonically close.

“Heavens!” Graham sighed with relief; for he had startled and clutched Paula’s arm. “That’s the time I got my fright. The little maiden is avenged. Also, at last, I know what a lead-pipe cinch is.”

“And it’s time we started for the outer world,” she suggested. “It’s not the coziest gossiping place in the world. Shall I go first?”

“By all means — and I’ll be right behind; although it’s a pity the water isn’t