"All right back there?" he asked cheerily.
"I—I guess so," was the somewhat shaky reply.
"Let down the front glass and we can talk better."
She did so.
"Have you got the little black book?" he asked eagerly.
"No. I was surprised by his return. I dropped it in the back of the piano."
"No one saw you drop it there,—Bianca?"
"No, it's safe enough; if we can only find a way to get it out again. Where can we go now?"
"To the yard."
"He will follow us there."