Ted did not question his sister; he knew there was method in her outburst. He added:
“Sorry, sir.”
“I’m so glad you came, Ted. How I hoped you would!” his mother said.
O’Reilly turned doubtfully, as the other man beckoned him away.
“Time lost,” said Schmidt. “Let them go. No harm done. I pumped the boy on the way; he had no secret, apparently. He is but a child.”
“I was scared by that girl,” replied O’Reilly musingly. “My, she’s a Tartar. All right, then, I’m tired and I’m going home. Good-night.”
“Good-night, my friend—see you tomorrow.” Schmidt watched him go. 38
“Say, sis, I did have to meet a Mr. Strong.” Ted spoke in a low voice.
“I know it, Ted, but that man was not he. When we get away somewhere I’ll tell you something about it.”
“Let’s go home. I’m crazy to be back here and it certainly feels fine.”