"I shall, my child. And any time you need me, call for me. After all, I am nearly your aunt. You will find life in the city far different from that which you have been accustomed to."
She limped down to her limousine. In tripping up Norton he had stepped upon her foot heavily.
"She is lovely!" cried Florence.
"Well, I must be on my way, also," said Norton. "I am a worldly-wise man, Miss Florence. So is Jones here. Never go any place without letting him know; not even to the corner drug store. I am going to find your father. Some one was rescued. I'm going to find out whether it was the aviator or Mr. Hargreave."
Jones drew in a deep breath and his eyes closed for a moment. At the door he spoke to the reporter.
"What do you think of that woman?"
"I believe that she told the truth. She is charming."
"She is. But for all her charm and truth I can not help distrusting her. I have an idea. I shall call up your office at the end of each day. If a day comes without a call, you will know that something is wrong."
"A very good idea." Norton shook hands with every one and departed.
"What a brave, pleasant young man!" murmured Susan.