the Elton, 444 West Twenty-first Street. I've just come home and found a strange woman in my place. She says she's my sister. Pretty and all that, well dressed, and not otherwise obviously mad. But she worries me. I can't put her out; and she won't go, anyway. What'll I do? Could you possibly come over here? It's mighty embarrassing."
There was a pause, then this inquiry, "Did you find her before she saw you?"
"Yes, opened the door and there she was."
"What was she doing?"
"Standing up, looking into a bag, or something."
"Dressed for the street?"
"Yes, it looked as if she had just come in."
"Did you say how long she had been there?"
"I think she did say she'd waited some time."
"Where is she now?"
"Locked in my bedroom."
"Good. I'll come right over. I can't get a cab in this blizzard; so it may take half or three quarters of an hour."
"All right. But for heaven's sake, hurry! I don't know what she'll do next!"
"Oh, wait. Describe her, please!"
"A blonde, with yellow hair, and lots of it. Rather small, with blue eyes. Mink stole and muff."
"All right. Good-by. I'll hurry."
Van Asten hung up the receiver with a sigh of relief. He had heard much of Astro the Seer and his marvelous solution of mysteries, but the young lawyer did not place much faith in these sensational tales. Astro was, however, a close student of human nature, and, if not intuitive, at least shrewd, and his knowl-
