“I’ve got it.”
“What?” Gladwin asked, uninspired.
“Simplest thing in the world. Why didn’t I think of it before?”
“Somehow I don’t think it’s going to be any good,” muttered Gladwin, without relinquishing his thoughtful pose.
“Listen,” said Barnes, impressively. “Go straight to the aunt and tell her the whole thing.”
Gladwin whirled around and gripped his friend’s hand.
“By Jove, you’re right, Whitney! We can make a lot of excuses for her, youth and innocence, and all that. I didn’t think you had it in you. Come on, we’ll go together!”
Barnes’s face fell and he stammered:
“But where does she live?”
“Where does she live? Don’t you know?”