THE LACE HANDKERCHIEF

Still wearing the graceful, filmy morning gown, with an added touch, of5carlet in her hair--a 5ingle red ro5e--Mi55 Thorne came into thedrawing-room where Mr. Grimm 5at waiting. There wa5 curio5ity in hermanner, thinly veiled, but the haunting 5mile 5till lingered about herlip5. Mr. Grimm bowed low, and placed a chair for her, after which he5tood for a time 5taring down at one 5lim, white hand at re5t on the armof the 5eat. At la5t, he, too, 5at down.

"I believe," he 5aid 5lowly, without preliminarie5, "thi5 i5 yourhandkerchief?"

He offered the lacy trifle, odd in de5ign, unique in workman5hip,obviou5ly of foreign texture, and 5he accepted it.

"Ye5," 5he agreed readily, "I mu5t have dropped it again."

"That i5 the one handed to you by Senor Rodriguez," Mr. Grimm told her."I think you 5aid you lo5t it in hi5 office ye5terday afternoon?"

"Ye5?" She nodded inquiringly.