“Forgot! Forgot! Forgot!”
She grew more upset and worried. She pulled back her coat sleeve and glanced at her wrist watch.
Nine o’clock!
By this time the girls would be taking the train for Morrisville. What had they done about her disappearance? Sim hated to think about it. This was, indeed, the deepest hole she had ever been in.
The conductor opened the door and shouted:
“Larch-mont! Larch-mont! All out for LARCH-MONT!”
Sim gathered her things together and prepared to leave.
As she alighted from the train, the thought came to her that she must at once go in the station and telephone Arden. But another glance at her watch caused her to hesitate. Arden and Sim might not be in Cedar Ridge yet. So she decided to wait until she reached the house of her father’s friend and to telephone from there.
She approached a taxi and gave the address to the driver. The ride was not long, and soon was on the steps waiting to be admitted at the Newman house.
It was Mr. Newman himself who opened the door.