“See here, Jesse!” she interrupted. “You’re making a fool of yourself.”
“All right! Perhaps I enjoy it.”
“It’ll take,” said Jinky deliberately, “just about five minutes for you to make such a mess of things that you’ll regret it all the rest of your days, Jesse!”
“Oh, no!” he said, with a grin. “It’ll take a good deal less than five minutes—when I catch sight of that lad!”
Jinky stopped. From where she stood she could look into the garage, and she was satisfied.
“Go ahead!” she said. “I’ll drop out.”
As she turned back toward the house, he went with her.
“Somehow,” he said, “I feel that where Jinky goes, there must I go, too.”
“Keep it up, Jesse!” said she. “You deserve what you’ll get!”
They found the dining room deserted, with an air of haste and disorder about it. A cigarette smoldered in a saucer, a cup of coffee had been overturned, and a dark stain was still spreading slowly over the lace cloth. Page went into the drawing-room, and Jinky followed. Serena was not there.[Pg 305]