“Moss!” she said. “What are you doing here? Get up and come with me at once! I want to speak to you!”
Without a word, he arose and followed her into the passage.
“I told you I was coming to the garage!” she pointed out, in a low, furious voice. “Why didn’t you wait there?”
“Look here!” said Ross. “I don’t like this sort of thing.”
Before his tone her wrath vanished at once.
“I’m sorry, Jimmy!” she said. “I didn’t mean to be horrid. Only, it was so hard for me to slip away—and I went all the way out to the garage in the cold and the dark, and you weren’t there—and I’m so terribly worried. Oh, you will hurry, won’t you?”
“Hurry? Well, what do you want me to do?”
“It may be too late, even now. Any instant he may come. He’ll ring the bell, and Gracie will open the door. I can’t tell her not to. He’ll come in. Oh, Jimmy, you won’t let that happen, will you? Oh, do, do please hurry!”
“But just what—”
“Go out and hide some place where you can watch the front door. And if you see him coming—stop him! A thin, dark man, with a mustache. Oh, hurry, Jimmy! All evening long I’ve been waiting and waiting—in torment—for the sound of the bell. Go, Jimmy dear!”