"But haven't you?" yelled Bones.
"What—married? Absurd! I'm going to Scotland to see about some family matter."
"You're not—not a Mrs.?" asked Bones emphatically.
"And never will be," said the girl. "What does it all mean? Tell me."
Bones drew a long breath.
"Come back by the next train, young miss," he said. "Let that jolly old family affair go to blazes. I'll meet you at the station and tell you everything."
"But—but——" said the girl.
"Do as you're told, young miss!" roared Bones, and hung up the receiver with a seraphic smile.
The door of his study was a thick one, and it was, moreover, protected from outside noises by a large baize door, and the student of men had heard nothing. Bones strode back into the room with a face so changed that Mr. Hyane could not but observe that something remarkable had happened.
"I'm afraid I'm keeping you up, Mr. Tibbetts," he said.