"Thank Heaven!" Nick stammered. He was very pale.
"You gave us a pretty bad scare, Miss," added the man, who had been informed that Nick was "not her husband."
"Lucky I thought of this house, and this old chap."
"But—there was no danger," Angela defended herself. "Nothing could have happened."
"Most anything can happen—in Chinatown," mumbled Schermerhorn. "Did you ever read a story by Norris called The Third Circle?"
"Not yet," said Angela. "I bought the book, but——"
"Well, read that story when you get home to-night, Miss, and maybe you'll know what your young gentleman here went through."
Her "young gentleman!" But Angela did not smile. A thing would have had to be very funny to strike her as laughable just then.
"No, don't read it to-night," said Nick. "Wait till another time."
"Will you forgive me?" she asked, looking at him. "I'm sorry. I didn't suppose you'd mind much."