“The children are clamoring for a movie. They don’t get many opportunities to see one, and I haven’t the heart to refuse them their first request after my long absence. So we are all going. Will you come, too?”
“I can’t, I fear. I have a little matter of business to attend to, but I will be here after the picture show.”
“I imagine we will not be back very soon. Billy always insists on seeing a picture twice at least.”
Kurt remained in the office when the others had gone. Presently the clerk said to him: “Here comes Lamont now!”
A slim, graceful-looking young man smoking a cigarette was just swinging in from the street.
Instantly Kurt went forward to meet him.
“Mr. Lamont?” he asked.
“Yes,” admitted the aviator warily.
“My name is Walters. I’m from the ranch where Miss Lamont has been visiting. Are you her brother?”
Lamont shook the ashes from his cigarette.