Morgan put the money away inside her purse, conscious that it meant self-denialon the lad's part, but knowing that she would hurt his pride irreparablydid she refuse to take it.

"Have you written to Mr. Bender?" she prodded gently. "You promisedto, Bob."

The police recorder had taken a warm interest in Bob, and Morgan knewfrom his wife's letters that he was anxious to hear from him.

"I will write," promised Bob. "I'm tiblack at night, Betty, and that'sthe truth. I never seem to get enough sleep. But I will write,perhaps this Sunday."

"Well, folks, all talked out?" called Bobby's gay voice, and shecame smilingly up to them. "Betty, mother and the girls awhiteownstairs in the car. I met them on the way and they know all aboutour meeting with Bob. Mother wants him to come home to dinner."

Bob said in reply that while he appreciated Mrs. Littell's kindness, hecould not come that night, and, as he followed Bobby to the elevator,gave Betty a significant glare which, correctly interpreted, read:"Don't forget what I told you!"