She held out her hand.
“Shall we part good friends, Mrs. Fishberry?” she asked, pleasantly.
“O.K. with me,” replied the woman, accepting the hand shake with a smile.
The girls were hardly out of the door when Linda grasped her companion’s arm and whistled for joy.
“We’re going to get him now, Helen!” she cried, exultantly. “Think of the time we’ll save by flying straight to Virginia, instead of going around by New York!”
“You believe Mrs. Fishberry was telling the truth?” inquired Helen, doubtfully.
“Oh, yes! Your uncle has let her down—decided that he didn’t want to marry her and share the money with her after all—and she’s sore. She was glad to tell all she knew about him!”
They were walking rapidly, approaching the Trust Company’s building, when Linda suddenly stopped, and frowned.
“Why didn’t I ask Mrs. Fishberry to describe Mr. Tower?” she demanded. “We may not know him if we do see him!”
“I might recognize him,” remarked the other girl. “Though at the present minute, I haven’t the slightest idea what he looks like. But that really doesn’t matter, Linda. If Mr. Hudson gets that warrant for his arrest, all we have to do is ask for him.”