“In-deed!” said Mrs. Lummis, looking at her curiously, “you’re a clever youngster, I see.”
“Not so clever as I wish I had been,” and Helen freed her captive entirely, and then handed her the scarf, with an elaborate bow.
“As I said, I beg your acceptance of this souvenir of our little visit.”
“Thank you, I accept in the spirit it is offered.”
“And now, if you please, I’ll get off, and you may proceed on your interrupted journey.”
“Very well, I’ll call a cab for you.” Mrs. Lummis sprang toward the telephone with such alacrity, that Bumble intercepted her.
“No, I’ll call one. I know the number.”
She did so, and her hostess stood waiting, but with a determined expression on her face, that, Helen knew, betokened further planning.
Meantime, Patty, greatly amazed at Bumble’s telephone message, was acting upon the instructions.
She took the packet Farnsworth had confided to her care from the old Winthrop desk and thought deeply as to where she should hide it.