"Do you know when he'll be in?"
"In half an hour. He's gone to the garage to put the car away."
"Sure he's coming back?"
"He just told me. In case anybody called up."
The trail was not lost then; Evan took heart. "Well, I'll wait for him," he said. "Where's his room?"
The girl gave him a provoking glance. "I don't know if I ought to let you up. I don't know you."
"Well, I'll stop and talk to you and you soon will," retorted Evan.
She tossed her head. "I can't stand here all night talking."
"What's your name?"
"Ethel Barrymore. What's yours?"