"Whom did you see?"
"Mr. Joles," came the ready reply.
"Every time you called?"
"Yes, I—I think so!"
Beverly Cruger looked at Von Barwig a few moments and knitted his brows thoughtfully. "It's damn queer," he said, after a pause.
"Has she written any letter to me? It did not reach me, that I am sure," began the old man.
"That's all right. Now let me give you Miss Stanton's message! She would like you to be at her home at four o'clock this afternoon. Can you manage it?"
Von Barwig did not trust himself to reply. He could only nod his head affirmatively.
"I'm glad I came up; awfully glad!"
Beverly arose from his seat and held out his hand to Von Barwig.