Having locked up the gates and Ishi, I went back to the living-room, where I found Jane and Zura. It was my first opportunity to tell them in detail what had happened at the Kencho—of Kobu's charge, the arrest and Page's collapse.
Zura was called from the room by some household duty. Jane and I were left alone. Though my companion looked tired and a little anxious, she seemed buoyed up by some mental vision to which she hopefully clung.
"Miss Jenkins, please tell me just what the poster said," asked Jane.
The printed words I had read that morning seemed burned into my brain. I repeated them exactly.
"Well, it didn't even give a hint that Page was that nice cashier gentleman from Chicago, did it?" she inquired.
"No, Jane, it didn't; only it was signed by the Chicago Bank. But Kobu told me he was sure Page was the man. He has cabled the authorities to come."
"He has cabled, has he? He knows, does he? Kobu has himself going to another thought. Isn't that what Zura says? Page Hanaford is no more the man wanted for borrowing that bank's money than I am a fashion plate wanted in Paris." Her words were light, but very sure.
Her apparent levity irritated me. "How do you know? What are you saying, Jane?" I asked sharply.
"Oh, I just have a feeling that way. Page is too good-looking," answered my companion.
"For the love of heaven, Jane Gray, that's no reason. Good looks don't keep a man from sin."