. Some two miles from the heart of the city her journey on the elevated

ay sandstone loomed up before her. And before she could realize what was happening, the child had darted through the door and lost herself in the labyr

nce gasped. "Now ho

, she passed from room to room, from floor to floor, until, footsore and weary, without the least notion of t

eep in touch with her. What a mess! But the child's

-modulated tone of a trained librarian that interrup

tammered. "Why,

ght be she had not

are indeed interesting. Perhaps you should

. It suggested travel. If there was any one t

he said eager

s sailed for America. These maps were made for mariners. Certain men took it up as a life work, the making of Portland charts. It is really very

eagerly. This was

strange shores. These they supposed were shores of islands. When they returned they related their experiences and a new island was stuck somewhere on the map. The exact loc

f," sighed Florence. "W

teries quite as wonderful to-day.

them." Florence was thinking of the mystery

h like an atlas," the librarian explained. "Here is o

outside corner of the cover caught and held her attention. It was the picture of a gargoyle with a letter L surrounding two sides of it. It was a boo

" she thought. "I suppose these charts are

ce on such things. These were the gift of a rich man

sight nearly an hour before, standing not ten feet from her. She was apparently much interested in

one door to this room. I will watch the door,

nother quarter of an hour. Then seized with a sudden desire to examine the ch

eyes as she gave the case a g

ut when the thought suddenly came to her that th

book and the presence of the child in the room had

swept the room.

e of doubt in her mind. "She took

ought she ought, yet deliberation led to silence, for, after all, what did she know?

erate than before. Gliding to a desk, she pressed a button. The next moment a man appeared. She spoke a few words. Her tone was low, her lips steady

carried that book with her. She passed four eagle-eyed men before she reached the outside doo

l, damp outer air of night, "the bird has flown, you

d herself, "what am I