Zita had evidently been watching the house, for no sooner had he left
than she ran up the front steps of the Balcom apartment.
In some way she had procured a key and let herself in. Then began a
feverish search very similar to that which Paul had instituted. Only,
this time Zita picked up all the papers, arranging them and placing them
back in the drawers, after scanning their contents.
She had almost finished when a small book lying in a distant corner of
the room caught her eye.
At a glance she saw that it was a diary. Turning the pages rapidly, she
finally came to one over which she fairly gloated, for its information,
sold to the proper parties, might make her independent for life.
Even as she was gloating over her find there came the sound of many feet
in the front hallway. Zita had no time to run out of the room before the
door opened, giving entrance to six emissaries, surrounding her.
The emissaries locked all the doors and tramped out. Only their leader
remained for a moment to throw a parting shot.
"Remember," he threatened, "this house is watched. See that you act
accordingly. You will, if you know what's good for you.
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