“If I find Joe,” answered Barnes.
Here again the girl caught an almost formidable note.
The little old lady moved uneasily.
“I must thank you for all you’ve done,” she faltered, almost as though this were an apology.
“Please don’t thank me,” he insisted.
At this opportune moment John entered with a cup of broth for Miss Van Patten.
“John,” requested Barnes, as the man put down the cup and was upon the point of leaving, “will you be good enough to pack my bag?”
John looked surprised.
“Yes, sir,” he answered.
He paused, coughed, and then blurted out,