“Sure you can, Miss! And thank you. Thank the young lady, Maggie,” ordered Mrs. Plornish.
Maggie gave a funny, bobbing little courtesy as the older girls went out. Laura and Jess said nothing to each other until they reached the street. Then the latter declared:
“She knows something about it.”
“About what?” asked Laura.
“Whatever it is that’s going on. Whatever it is ‘Pizotti’ is doing.”
“And we know he is staging your play for the M. O. R.’s,” said Laura, quietly. “That’s all we do know at present.”
“But there’s something else.”
“That we don’t know. I wish we did.”
“And he’s going out of town!”
“Perhaps that is not so,” returned Laura, thoughtfully. “Of course his wife knows that he works under an assumed name. That is no crime, of course——”