He wants me to separate from him very soon after we land — Oh, Jack, will you take care of me ?" " I'll arrange for everything as soon as lean, dearest," he said hurriedly, " but what does he mean, what's his gome ? " "He says the directors before we left were putting everything in the hands of a detective, as I told you ; not a police detective, a private man, Finacane, do you know him? " " I know him— ye 3 I do," said Mr Fletcher frowning, " I know him by name, he will do no good." " Why not ? ho is one of the cleverest men in London father says. He may have found out where we have gone and tele graphed.". " Hang Finacaue," said Mr Fletcher again, "he's no use, don't be frightened about him." '• lam very frightoned," Bhe. said. " Father wan tod me to find out a very small hotel to go to." " You had better go to a big one, you are more likely to escape notice," said Mr Fletcher, and next minute he was singing the praises of the Brevoort House to her father, who looked more grim and saturnine than ever; and restlessly chewed the end of his cigar. He was glad how ever in his protestations of gratitude next day for Mr Fletcher's assistance in passing the customs. "I see you know the ro^es," he said, "come and see us in a day or two and dine with us if you havo nothing better to do," which Mr Fletoher said he would do ; ho was going to a humbler hotel himself not far off. "Not mentioning," as Mi3s Lorania Luck said to Miss van Hooten as they parted, "that he is going to meet the 'Solitary Girl' on Washington Square this evening at five ; ' nice quiet place Washington Square,' he says, ' and close by,' that was why he recommended the Brevoort House." And sure enough Mr Jack Fletcher and Edith Henshawe sat for an hour and a half on a seat in the square and talked. There was much in what they saw to interest her ; a negro or a Chinaman shuffling past reminded her that she was in a new world, and that in that world was to be her home. 