“Why,” said Leonard, “my name is Wolfe, and I am a friend of these young ladies here,” he added, as the two girls appeared through the door.
Jones took a step back, surprise in his face.
“Well, what do you want?” he demanded.
“We want to know what you have done with Jimmy,” declared Shirley, approaching closer and clenching her little fists.
“Jimmy?” repeated Jones, trying to look unconcerned. “And who is Jimmy, pray?”
“You know who Jimmy is,” flared Mabel. “Tell us where he is.”
“Oh, you mean Mr. Willing’s stable boy?”
“Yes,” said Shirley.
“How should I know?” asked Jones, throwing wide his arms in a gesture of ignorance.
Young Wolfe stepped close to Jones.