There was another considerable pause.
"Flurry!" said Miss Sally again, in tones that would have wiled a badger from his earth. "Dear Flurry—"
At this point I hurriedly flung Moonlighter's bridle over a branch and withdrew.
My own subsequent adventures are quite immaterial, until the moment when I encountered Miss Sally on the steps of the hall door at Castle Knox.
"I'm just going in to take off these wet things," she said airily.
This was no way to treat a confederate.
"Well?" I said, barring her progress.
"Oh—he—he promised. It's all right," she replied, rather breathlessly.
There was no one about; I waited resolutely for further information. It did not come.
"Did he try to make his own terms?" said I, looking hard at her.