“Yes; and it was evident that she was there to meet Humphrey. Why, I laughed and joked the pretty little lass about it.”
“Yes; and did you ever meet Humphrey afterwards?”
“Bravo! my little cross-examining barrister. Yes I did—two or three times. I’m not sworn, mind,” added Trevor, laughing.
“True men don’t need swearing,” said Pratt.
“Thanks for the compliment. Well?”
“How did Humphrey look?”
“Well—yes—now you mention it—to be sure! He looked black as thunder. Oh, but, Franky, I’ll soon clear that up. I wouldn’t hurt the poor lad’s feelings for the world.”
“Wait a bit,” said Pratt. “What, more mystery? Well, go on.”
“Did it ever strike you as strange that you should encounter a pretty, well-spoken little girl like that in your walks?”
“No; I told you I thought she was out to see Humphrey.”