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94 A New Career. Dorothy at first hesitated at sight of a third person, but at a gesture of autocratic encouragement from the little agent she approached the desk. A good deal to her sur- prise, Mr. Whitlock shook hands with her across it. “Vou don’t seem to remember me,” he said. “But I got you your first engagement at the Thespian theatre rather more than two years ago.” “That was my sister, Miss Phyllis Knight.” “Great Scott! What a likeness! I can see now, though, you’re much better looking. Well, Miss Knight, what can I do for you? Things theatrical are in a very bad way. By-the-bye, how is your sister?” “Very, very ill. Dying, I am afraid,’ Dorothy an- answered in a low voice. “But I haven’t come to talk about either my sister or myself, Mr. Whitlock. I know your time is valuable, and that very: many people are waiting to see you. I have come to ask if you can give me the address of a Mr. Sergius Trevelyan, who was a member of the ‘Settled for Life’ company until about two or three months ago.” Mr. Whitlock leaned back in his chair and gave a short laugh. “A good many people have asked me for Mr. Sergius Trevelyan’s address lately,” he observed. “I suppose he borrowed money from your sister, as he did from most people? I’m sorry I can’t help you. I’ve got a West End address which the fellow put on our books a few years ago, but where he is now I haven't the slightest idea.” “T beg your pardon!” Dorothy and the agent turned in the direction of the third. occupant of the room, who now advanced and gravely bowed to Dorothy. “The Honorable Darcy Derrick—Miss Knight,” put in the agent. CopmnieoookS.eo