“It’s the card he misses,” said Shirley. “He thinks he has lost it.”
“You don’t suppose he suspects us, do you?”
“I hope not.”
Jimmy was close to them now, and Shirley called out: “What’s the matter, Jimmy? Lost something?”
Jimmy, unaware of their presence until then, looked up in confusion.
“No—no, Miss Shirley,” he stammered, and disappeared.
“Poor Jimmy,” said Shirley. “One evil leads to another. He was forced to lie, you see. Come, Mabel, let’s go upstairs and have a look at this card, and figure out a letter to Mr. Jones that will do the work.”
Mabel followed her friend up the stairs, where both sat down, and Shirley produced the card.
“Mr. A. B. Jones,” she read, “Fifth Avenue Hotel, Louisville, Ky.”
“Very well, Mr. Jones,” she said, “we shall attend to your case.”