"I wouldn't do that!" Anthony exploded. "He's wildly excited now, and the truth might not appeal to him as reasonable."
Again Mary hesitated, causing his blood to congeal.
"Very well. Then get rid of him now!" she said sharply. "If he ever came down here and found me, all the explaining in the world would never help!"
"He will not," Anthony said impatiently. "Bob isn't the sort to stray about one's apartment and——"
And from the corridor came:
"She's gone, Boller! Johnson, she's gone!"
And steps came in their direction, too, and while Mary Dalton turned to flame, Anthony Fry turned to ice! He was coming and coming steadily, and the door was open fully two inches. He was abreast of them now and faithful Johnson Boller apparently was with him, for they heard—
"Well, I wouldn't go wandering around like that, old man. Come back and sit down and we'll talk it over."
"I'll sit here on the window-seat!" Robert Vining panted.
"Don't do that," Mr. Boller protested. "No, not there, Bobby! That's weak and likely to go down in a heap with you!"