“Shall you wire Miss Frink?” asked Millicent eagerly.
“Of course not,” said Colonel Duane. “Hugh shouldn’t interfere.”
“Yes, I shall, to the extent of finding out what’s what.”
Millicent released her hand and sat down.
“The thing to do is for Millicent and me to motor down to Waveland to-morrow. I learn that we can do it in four hours. We’ll talk with Aunt Susanna, and, if we find that she is content to let Grimshaw do his darndest, we’ll motor back again; but if it turns out that she is from Missouri, we three will come back on the train.”
“That’s fair enough, Grandpa?” asked Millicent anxiously.
“I don’t know that it is. Miss Frink has gone away to rest and probably left instructions with her secretary, and for you to go, Milly, and throw yourself on her sympathy—”
“She shan’t throw herself on anything, Colonel Duane. I promise it; but it will be so much more satisfactory for Millicent to see Aunt Susanna face to face, and hear just what she says—”
Colonel Duane was thoughtful. “If Miss Frink does not return with you, I don’t like the idea of your motoring back here late in the evening. It would be midnight, probably.”