“Enough of that!” commanded Frank sharply. “I will listen to no more of it! If it were not that I wish to convince you of your shameful mistake, I’d not take the trouble to follow this man, for I trust her fully and completely.”
Starbright was silenced.
The stranger kept straight down Sixth Avenue till Twenty-third Street was reached. As he approached that corner, a handsome, well-dressed girl came quickly toward him.
It was Inza, who, apparently, had been waiting for him there.
“There she is!” panted Starbright.
“Silence!” ordered Frank.
She ran up and grasped the stranger by the arm, and they plainly heard her say:
“Oh, Walter, I’m so glad you’ve come! Three men have followed me all the way from the house and persisted in speaking to me. They hung around and annoyed me when I paused here, where you promised to meet me.”
The man uttered an exclamation of anger.
“Where are the whelps?” he demanded.