dge glanced at the bag Mr. Ransom had pointed out, fingered it, then asked the young husband to open it. He did so. The usual articles and indispensable adjuncts of a nice woman's toilet met their eyes. Also a pocketbook containing considerable money and a case holding more than one valuable jewel. The eyes of the officer and manager met in ill disguised alarm. "She must have been under the most violent excitement to slip away without these," suggested the former. "I'd better be at work. Give me two hours," were his parting words to Mr. Ransom. "By that time I'll either be back or telephone you. You had better stay here; she may return. Though I don't think that likely," he muttered as he passed the manager. At the door he stopped. "You can't tell me the color of that veil?" "No." "Look about the room, sir. There's lots of colors in the furniture and hangings. Don't you see one somewhere that reminds you of her veil or even of her dress?" The miserable bridegro
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