This had not occurred to Monty.
“I have an idea for you. It is a good idea. The brain of old fool Oberzohn sometimes works remarkably. This morning a friend sent to me a ticket for a theatre. Now you shall take her to-night. There is always a little fog when the sun is setting and you can leave the house in a car. Presently I will send a man to attract this watcher’s attention, and then I will bring her to the house and you can call for her.”
“I will wait for her.” Monty was dogged on this point.
And wait he did, until an hour later a half-crazy girl came flying into the room and into his arms.
Dr. Oberzohn witnessed the reunion unmoved.
“That is a pretty scene for me,” he said, “for one to be so soon married,” and he left them alone.
“Monty, I can’t possibly go back to that beastly place to-night. She’ll have to stay by herself. And she’s not a bad kid, Monty, but she doesn’t know she’s worth a lot of money.”
“Have you been talking to her?” he asked angrily. “I told you——”
“No, I’ve only just asked her a few questions. You can’t be in a poky hole like that, thrown together day and night, without talking, can you? Monty, you’re absolutely sure nothing can happen to her?”
Monty cleared his throat.