"You mean make it your life work?" he asked, respectfully.
"Yes—seriously."
But it was no time to talk; the music had started again, and everybody wanted to make good use of the last, best hour of the party.
And so for all that evening, Linda Carlton was the care-free, popular girl that her Aunt Emily loved her to be.
[Chapter XIV]
The Flying Trip
About eight o'clock the following morning while her friends were still sleeping, Linda Carlton, clad in a bathing-suit and a beach robe, dashed down to the lake. She thought an early morning swim before anyone was up would clear her brain and give her a chance to think over her plans and come to a decision. If possible, she meant to get in touch with Ted's company before the detectives arrived at his home to arrest him.
She had thought, naturally, that she would find the lake deserted, for everybody ought to be tired out after last night's party. She was therefore amazed and a little annoyed to see some one else already in swimming.
"I'll go in the other direction," she decided, but before she was even in the water she heard a familiar voice calling her.