said, with a little bitterness. I had been a pretty girl, but work and worry --  "Now you are going to New York very soon, [Page 217] and in the meantime you have cut yourself off from all your people. You have no one but this man. What would you do? Where would you go?" "How old was the girl?" "Nineteen." "I think," I said slowly, "that if I were nineteen, and in love with a man, and hiding, I would hide as near him as possible. I'd be likely to get a window that could see his going out and coming in, a place so near that he could come often to see me." "Bravo!" he exclaimed. "Of course, with your present wisdom and experience, you would do nothing so foolish. But this girl was in her teens; she was not very far away, for he probably saw her that Sunday afternoon, when he was out for two hours. And as the going was slow that day, and he had much to tell and explain, I figure she was not far off. Probably in this very neighborhood." During the remainder of that morning I saw [Page 218] Mr. Holcombe, at intervals, going from house to house along Union Street, making short excursions into side thoroughfares, coming back again and taking up his door-bell ringing with unflagging energy. I watched him off and on for two hours. At the end of that time he came back flushed and excited. "I