Ogden was speaking on: “How little I dreamed that I was doing as much for you as for Hugh when I saw him off on that train.”
“Oh, perhaps some other bystander would have saved the old lady,” she replied, with sudden rebellion against Ogden’s making a virtue of his duplicity.
“Really?” he returned suavely. “I have understood that Hugh had the street all to himself just at that time.”
“Well, I think he did,” said Miss Frink brusquely, looking away.
Ogden’s gray eyes were rather large and prominent, and just now their gaze irritated her.
“You know it is very interesting to me,” he went on, “that the mere fact of my choosing Ross Graham’s for Hugh rather than some other concern, should have saved your valuable life. I believe in Providence, Miss Frink. Don’t you?”
“I believe that Heaven helps those who help themselves,” she retorted; “and that’s you, I’m sure, Mr. Ogden.”
“But we’re not talking about me,” he responded with a gay air of surprise.
“Well, we’re going to,” responded Miss Frink. “I want you to tell me everything you know about Mrs. Lumbard.”