“My explanation is all tangled up with other people’s affairs. Where’s Tom?”
“He went back to the city early—awfully sorry that he couldn’t stay to have dinner with you. There is a committee or something this evening.”
“Bessie, you know what I asked you over the telephone. Can you—can you help me?”
“What—Now?”
“Yes.”
“Why, Bob, what’s the matter with you? This is no time of day to make a call.”
“It’s very important, Bessie. It doesn’t concern the young lady alone. I simply must be at her house within the next two hours.”
She eyed him earnestly. “If you say that, Bob, I must believe you. And, of course, I’ll help all I can.”
Orme sighed his relief. “Thanks,” he said.
She flashed a speculative glance at him.