"Whose? The cat's?"
"No. Lynn Thayer's."
"My golf-balls! Where are we at?"
"Why, I'm sure I've made myself plain enough," said Miss Bent, looking surprised.
"On the contrary you've made yourself awfully pretty in your sporting togs but you have not made yourself explicit."
"You silly thing! Don't you see what I mean? It's Lynn Thayer that the gossip's about."
"Oh, Miss Thayer," said Ogden. "Then I hardly think it's true."
"Oh, it must be. This person saw her. It seemed so queer she could hardly believe her eyes."
"What did?"
"Why, Lynn's being there alone at that time of night. Not that it was a proper place for a lady at any time"——