"Certainly not," said Courtney. And she resumed her stroll, back and forth across the lawn for three quarters of an hour.
She did not come down to breakfast. About nine o'clock Richard, at the Smoke House, called her on the telephone.
"Gallatin cleared out on the midnight express," said he. "Now, what do you think of that?"
"Why?"
"He left a note saying good-by and explaining that he found he could make better time."
"Well?"
"Don't you think it a little queer?"
"No."
"Anyhow, he's gone. I feel better already. Don't you?"
"I can't say I do."