Her chum shook her head.
“No. White’s more appropriate for the way I feel tonight. I’m not in a party mood. Maybe I’d wear black, if I had it!”
Mary Louise lowered her voice.
“Do you care that much about Cliff, Jane?” she asked seriously.
“I don’t know about that part of it, Mary Lou—but I do feel dreadfully. Cliff was always so care-free and happy—just like a child with his card tricks. And then for somebody to pounce down on him like that and carry him off without any chance to defend himself——”
“Don’t worry about that, Jane,” interrupted Mary Louise. “Don’t forget that the Hunters are rich, and Mrs. Hunter will hire the best lawyer in the whole state of New York to defend him.”
“Well, that’s comforting! But, just the same, it was a mean trick. And I’m going to miss Cliff dreadfully.... By the way, where was David McCall today? I didn’t see him in swimming.”
Mary Louise frowned. “Neither did I,” she muttered.
Jane swung about sharply.
“Mary Lou, you think David sent that wire, don’t you?” she demanded.