He got up and stood facing her, his arms folded.
"Come and get some lemonade," he commanded. "I am going to find out who you are, never you fear, but I am going to do it in my own way."
They walked to the little alcove where a maid in cap and apron was busily serving the punch. Chuck kept his eyes fastened on his companion as if he were determined to penetrate her mask and the saucy hood that jingled as they walked. He did not look up until they were at the table and when he did it was to find the monk and the donkey with—he blinked, not his partner, for she was beside him, but surely her double.
CHAPTER XII
CHUCK GUESSES RIGHT
Janet and Phyllis looked at each other and smiled. Janet's companions were as astonished as Chuck. They looked at first one and then the other of the girls, and then Howard whistled.
"Golly," he exclaimed. It was not a word that fitted his costume but it exactly suited his confused frame of mind.
"I am seeing double or else I'm going crazy and I don't like the feeling," he protested. "Somebody pinch me."
Both John and Chuck took him at his word and complied heartily with his request. The result was a loud but quickly suppressed "ouch" and a backward lunge that almost upset the table with its precious burden of lemonade.