“It’s none of my particular business, of course, but would you mind telling me the reason for all this rough house? Why did those men attack you and tie you up—what were they doing around here?”
George shook his head slowly. “Hanged if I know,” he said.
“You don’t know? But they seemed to be asking you questions—from what I could see through the window, it looked that way.”
“That’s right. But—but—well, you two girls are real sportsmen. You’ve pulled me out of an awful mess. Heaven knows I appreciate what you’ve done, but I just can’t have you running any further risk on my account, Miss—”
“Dixon,” supplied Betty. “I forgot you hadn’t been introduced.”
George leaned forward. “Do you come from New Canaan?” he shot out.
“Of course, we live there,” said Betty. “And I want you to know that Dorothy is my best friend. We’re seniors at the New Canaan High—if that interests you.”
“So you’re Dorothy Dixon, the flyer!” he exploded. “Suffering monkeys! I didn’t know I was entertaining a celebrity. Why, you’re the girl I was talking about—who—”
“Here, here—don’t make me blush,” laughed Dorothy.
“But don’t you see? Your being Dorothy Dixon makes all the difference in the world.”