“I had a note from you—” he began.
“Hush!” said Mrs. Jones. “If you please, sir! It’s a mistake, Miss Amy, my pet. This isn’t Mr. Ross. It’s quite a stranger.”
Obviously she was warning her pet to be careful what she said, and Ross decided that he, too, would be careful. He would have his own little mystery.
“Quite a stranger!” he repeated.
“But—how did you get my note?” asked the girl.
“It was given to me,” he answered.
He saw Mrs. Jones and the girl exchange a glance.
“If I hold my tongue and wait,” he thought, “they’ll surely have to tell me something.”
“But I don’t—” the girl began, when, to Ross’s amazement, Mrs. Jones gave him a vigorous push forward.
“You’re the new chauffeur!” she whispered, fiercely.