It remained to try Arradale. After some delay, he got the clubhouse. Mrs. Wallingham? Yes, she had just come in. Would Mr. Orme hold the wire?
Mr. Orme certainly would, and presently he was rewarded for the delay by hearing Bessie’s brisk little voice.
“Hello?”
“Who?”
“Bob?”
“Well you ought to be ashamed of yourself; we waited over and took the next train.”
“Oh, yes, I know all about these very busy people.”
“Nonsense! I was fooling, of course. But we were sorry you didn’t come.”
“What?”
“That girl? Why, what’s the matter with you, Robert Orme?”