Randall smiled.
"You know it," he said. "Just as soon as this affair is fixed up, we'll be married, and——" He rose and took her hands in his. Quite unaccountably, Clancy released her hands.
"Fix it up? It can't be fixed up," she said.
"Well, we can try," said Randall. "I'll call in this man outside——" He hesitated. "Judge Walbrough has been mighty nice to you, hasn't he? Suppose I get him on the telephone?"
He didn't wait for Clancy to reply. He walked briskly from the room and she heard him at the telephone. She didn't listen to what he said. She walked to the window. Spofford was still outside. What right had he to act upon his own responsibility? Why hadn't the word of Philip Vandervent been enough for him?
She turned as Randall entered the room.
"The telephone is out of order," he said. "I think I'd better run up to the Walbroughs' house and get him."
"And leave me here!" cried Clancy.
Randall shrugged.
"I'm afraid that man wouldn't let you go with me."