"I'm fine, dad—but—where are you going?" She looked at Hallet; John Quincy remained discreetly in the background.
"I've—I've a little business in the city, my dear," Egan said. "I'll be home presently, I fancy. If—if I shouldn't be, I leave you in charge."
"Why, dad—"
"Don't worry," he added pleadingly. "That's all I can say now, Cary. Don't worry, my dear." He turned to Hallet. "Shall we go. Captain?"
The two policemen, Jennison and Egan entered the car. John Quincy stepped forward. The girl's big perplexed eyes met his.
"You?" she cried.
"Coming, Mr. Winterslip?" inquired Hallet.
John Quincy smiled at the girl. "You were quite right," he said. "I haven't needed that hat."
She looked up at him. "But you're not wearing any at all. That's hardly wise—"
"Mr. Winterslip!" barked Hallet.