Marjorie gasped; it was, then, as bad as she had feared. Although Lily had told her of Queenie’s disappearance, she never mentioned the fact that they thought she was joining MacDonald. But Marjorie had kept it at the back of her mind, yet not caring to speak of it.
“But I take it that you didn’t succeed!”
“No, I didn’t—and I guess I was lucky at that. Just as I was steppin’ off the train at Wilmington, and lookin’ about for Sam—and by the way, his name ain’t Sam at all—two men rushed up to me. Maybe I wasn’t surprised to see Mr. Hadley and Mr. Richards!”
“But how did they know where to find you?” asked Marjorie incredulously.
“Search me! I never told anybody but Sam—and the ticket agent—wait, I did ask the Traveller’s Aid woman a question—maybe they found out from her.”
Queenie laughed. “Much chance of me going if she’d found out!” she remarked.
“But what about Mr. MacDonald—didn’t you meet him?”
“No; he must have given those men one look, and sneaked off in the other direction. Then they told me about him being a criminal, and I believed every word of it. You know I always had a soft spot in my heart for Mr. Richards, and I’m sure Mr. Hadley wouldn’t tell anything but the truth. So I just got into their car as they told me, and we drove home.”
“What did your mother say?” asked Marjorie.