“And did you win the race?” was his first question, as Shirley entered the room.
“Yes,” was the girl’s smiling rejoinder. “We won.”
“Good,” cried the physician. He rose from his chair. “You have no further need of me,” he said, “I shall be going.”
He bowed and made his departure.
After a few words with Jimmy, Mr. Willing announced his intention of going immediately to the police station and swearing out a warrant against Jones. Shirley tried to turn him from his purpose, but in vain. Then she declared that she would go with him.
All Mr. Willing’s objections went for naught, so the two started out together. As they were driving along the street, Shirley cried out suddenly and caught her father by the arm.
“What’s the matter now?” he demanded.
“There is Jones,” said Shirley, pointing to the sidewalk.
Mr. Willing followed the direction of her finger. Sure enough, there was Jones, deep in conversation with another man.
Mr. Willing ordered the chauffeur to stop the car, and he leaped out.