There was just the trace of a shadow to cloud the momentary happiness at
their safe arrival, as, on the steps, Zita refused to enter.
"I--I must say good-by," she murmured, wistfully, turning to go out into
the night alone.
Nothing that either Locke or Eva could say seemed to swerve her purpose.
"Can't you see?" she exclaimed, finally, turning to Locke. "Balcom,
Paul, and Doctor Q all trust me now. I can help you solve the mystery
better if I leave the house."
This was so evident that Locke and Eva were forced to consent. They took
her back to the city, leaving her where she could be unobserved, then
returned in a very hopeful mood again to Brent Rock.
"I think she can and will help us," declared Eva, intuitively.
"Yes," agreed Locke, slowly, "and if Zita finds the record of her birth
I believe we shall solve the mystery."
Worn out with the terrors through which she had passed, Eva bade Locke
an affectionate good-night and went to her room, while he went to the
laboratory and tried again to find an antidote for the Madagascar
madness, a work that kept him up late and to which he returned again
early the following morning.
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