“Oh, Ted!—Be careful!—Look out!—Look out!—”
CHAPTER XVI
RAGS TO THE RESCUE
Phyllis whirled about. “What is the matter? Why do you say that?” she demanded in a fierce whisper.
Eileen shrank back, evidently appalled by what she had unconsciously revealed. “I—I—didn’t mean anything!” she stammered.
“You certainly did!” Phyllis declared. “You said something about ‘Ted.’ Who is ‘Ted,’ and what is going on outside there?”
“Oh, I don’t know!—I’m not—sure! I’m dreadfully nervous—that’s all.”
“Look here!” cried Phyllis, with stern determination, “I believe you know a great deal more than you will acknowledge. You’ve said something about ‘Ted.’ Now, I have a brother Ted, and I’ve reason to think he has been mixed up with some of your affairs. I wish you would kindly explain it all. I think there’s some trouble—out there!”