Bag? Bag, to be sure. It was a blow straight from the shoulder. It was another case of where he had not carried out his original intentions.
“I have decided,” stammered Barnes, “that if you will be so good, you may send John for it.”
“And the other things you mentioned?”
“I’ve been able to attend to myself.”
The girl was trying to edge by into the house. Aunt Philomela stopped her.
“Carl is waiting in the sitting-room for you,” she announced. “He is anxious to meet—your brother.”
CHAPTER VIII
AN ESTIMABLE YOUNG MAN
Barnes found himself shaking hands with a pleasant looking young fellow of twenty-two or three who had a thin, earnest face and curly brown hair.
“This is a surprise,” exclaimed Langdon, “I didn’t know Miss Van Patten had a brother.”
“I did come as a bit of surprise,” admitted Barnes, “but so did you for that matter.”