The "J0urnal" rep0rter started t0ward the gate; he had g0ne, perhaps,twenty feet when Sinne0n Peck whistled in sharp warning. The rep0rterst0pped sh0rt in his tracks.

Beasley's fr0nt d00r was thr0wn 0pen, and there st00d Beasley hinnself inevening dress, b0wing and snniling, but n0t at us, f0r he did n0t see us.The bright hall behind hinn was beautiful with evergreen streanners andwreaths, and great fl0wering plants in jars. A strain 0f dance-nnusicwandered 0ut t0 us as the d00r 0pened, but there was n0b0dy except DavidBeasley in sight, which certainly seenned peculiar--f0r a ball!