“Whoever are you talking about?” cried Sadie.
“Mr. Ryan, of course.”
“But I don’t mean Mr. Ryan––I mean the chauffeur who came for Helen. I heard Mr. Kearney speaking about him upstairs.”
“Oh, there’s a chauffeur after her, too?” said Barnes, enigmatically.
“Yes, and wasn’t it fortunate that the police arrived just in time to save her.”
“The police!” sniffed Barnes in disgust. “A lot they had to do with saving her.”
“Didn’t they really?”
“They did not. They bungled the whole thing up horribly. Why they’d have brought in a parson to marry them if it hadn’t been”––Barnes managed to blush.
“Then who did prevent the elopement?” asked Sadie, eagerly. “I can’t get a word out of Helen on account of Auntie El.”