“I’m going to find out,” Barry persisted. “I’m going to find the owner of that fur——”
“I wish you wouldn’t, Phil.” Louis’ face was white and his voice trembled a little.
“Why, Louis,” Millicent exclaimed; “what’s the matter? Do you know anything about this business? Actually, from your agitation you might be unduly interested.”
“No! I don’t know anything about it, but I think it’s awful to hunt down some poor little innocent girl——”
“I’m not hunting her—I’m hunting the man who was with her.”
“A purely imaginary man!” Louis exclaimed.
“So far. But if he doesn’t materialize, there’s no harm done.”
Just then, Phyllis came in with Manning Pollard.
“We’ve been for a walk,” she said, and the roses in her cheeks proved the good effects of the exercise. “Mr Pollard said I needed more outdoor air, so we walked forty-five blocks. I wish you’d go out, Millicent, it would do you good.”
“Come on, Mrs Lindsay,” Pollard suggested; “I’ll take you next.”