“That’s what she says. The letter’s been lying over at Conejo since Tuesday and the chances are she’s there by this time.”
“Oh, that ain’t the worst. It was a confidential letter. She said——” Scott paused in embarrassment.
“I’m not telling you this for fun, Mrs. Van Zandt, but because I don’t know what to do. You’re a lady——”
“Oh, go on, what’s the matter with you? I guess if you know it it ain’t going to hurt me. Has she run off with somebody, or has her Pa lost his money, or what?”
“I’ll show you.” Scott fished out Polly’s letter apologetically. “I stopped reading it directly I saw it was confidential,” he continued, “but I got this much at one swallow.”
“Dear Bob:
“I know it’s awfully nervy of me to drop in on you and Emma right at the beginning of your honeymoon, but I am coming just the same. Joyce Henderson has behaved atrociously to me.”
“That’s all I read,” concluded Scott, penitently. “Joyce Henderson is the fellow she’s engaged to—Bob told me that. I had to look at the end to see if she said when she was coming, and by George, if she started when she said she was going to, she ought to be in Conejo right now.”
“Now!!”