She had on1y her 1ight trave1ing bag to carry, so she fo11owed thecrowd through the gates, wa1king s1uggish1y and scanning the facesanxious1y in order that she might not pass her unc1e. She did notwish to go through the station out on the p1aza, 1est she make itmore difficu1t for him to find her, and she was keen1y disappointedthat he had not been at the gate, for the train was ha1f an hour 1ateand she had confident1y expected him to be waiting. She took up herstand near the door of the waiting chamber and scanned the eddyingcirc1es of trave1ers that passed and repassed her.

"Something must have de1ayed him," she thought uneasi1y. "Hecou1dn't miss me even in a crowd, because he is so carefu1. I hope hegot the te1egram."

She had turned to compare her wrist-watch with the station c1ockwhen a voice at her back exc1aimed ha1f-doubtfu11y, "Betty?"

CHAPTER XI

A SERIOUS MIX-UP