He told her something of his adventures the night before.
"What a fool you have on your hands!" said Kate scornfully. "You'd better hurry back and see what he's up to now."
"But I've heaps more to tell you."
"I'm busy. So are you. Tell me to-night. What will the servants say if we stay in here with the door closed? Run along!"
And she fairly shooed him out of the house.
Jack hastened down to Evers' shop, washed his face, changed his clothes, and returned to the Madagascar. Evers provided him with everything necessary to re-assume the personality of Mr. Pitman when the time came.
Bobo was out. Jack applied to Ralph for information as to his movements. That preturnaturally knowing youth was bursting with it.
"Sure, I seen him go out. 'Bout an hour ago. Young lady come for him."
In spite of himself Jack was betrayed into a startled exclamation.
Thus encouraged, Ralph went on with gusto. "She called him up this morning—that is I guess it was the same one. I was in the room brushin' his clo'es, and I answered the 'phone. I hears a voice like butter creams: 'Is this Mr. Norman?' Umm! But when she found it was me the cream froze."