"His coming here."
Polly pointed at the retreating figures.
"Mr. Kellogg?"
"Kellogg? That's not Billy Kellogg!"
"Not Billy Kellogg?" echoed Rosalind. "Why, Polly!"
"That man is not Billy Kellogg," repeated Polly, shaking her head.
"Then—then who is he?"
"I haven't the slightest idea."
CHAPTER XVIII
WHO? WHAT? WHY? WHERE?