This time Ivy looked directly at Phyllis, and that with a meaning glance.
Phyllis covered her face with her hands, and at once Ivy ran to her side and threw her arms around her.
“Now, don’t cry,” she begged. “It’s no time for that. Let’s see what we can do.”
“Do about what? What are you talking about?”
“Shall I speak out? Shall I put it into words?”
“Yes,” said Phyllis, but she shrank as from a sudden blow.
“Then, here’s how I dope it out. It wasn’t you who were there—but it was Louis.”
“Oh, no, no! It was I. It wasn’t Buddy.”
“Yes it was. You’re trying to shield him. I see it. Now, don’t take that tack with me. Own up—tell me all you know—and I’ll help you.” Phyllis thought a moment.
“Might as well,” Ivy urged. “I know too much to be ignored, and I truly think it would be better for you in every way, to take me into your confidence. Let me help you.”