I caught her glancing fearfully in the old man's direction, and knew at once that they actually were up to something.
"Gran'pa," I said. "What is this terrible secret which is eating into my daughter's life and destroying our happy home?"
"Don't be absurd, George!"
"Very well! I shall find out sooner or later. . . ."
Both Molly and her confederate grew very quiet at this threat of ultimate discovery.
I looked at Gran'pa sternly.
"Is it," I asked, "anything to do with that wonderful project, about which you have confided in Molly, but not in me?"
"You silly old Daddy! Of course it isn't!" cried Molly.
"Nothing whatever to do with it, George!" corroborated Gran'pa.
Molly pushed her fingers pensively through my hair. She was evidently wavering.