“Run away to herself, Con. Went yesterday. Goes less and less often, but she cut yesterday.”
“Has—has Lynda been here to-day?”
“Yes. About three. When she found Betty gone, she wouldn’t stay. Sit down, old man. You’ll learn, as I have, to appreciate Lyn more if she isn’t always where we men have thought women ought to be.”
Truedale sat down opposite Kendall but said he would take only a cup of coffee. When it was finished he rose, more steadily, and said quietly:
“I know it’s unwritten law, Ken, that we shouldn’t follow Betty up without an invitation; but I’ve got to go over there to-night.”
“It’s dangerous, old man. I advise against it. What’s up?”
“I must see Lyn. I believe she is there.”
“Rather a large-sized misunderstanding?”
“I hope, Ken, God helping me, it’s going to be the biggest understanding Lynda and I have ever had.”
Kendall was impressed—and, consequently, silent.