“Yes. What do you mean to see me about? I am very busy.”
“I'd like to see you alone, sir.”
Mr. Ward gave him a quick, penetrating look, hesitated, then made up his mind.
“That will do for a few minutes, Miss Potter.”
The girl arose, gathered her notes together, and passed out. Dave looked at Mr. James Ward wonderingly, until that gentleman broke his train of inchoate thought.
“Well?”
“I was over in Mill Valley last night,” Dave began confusedly.
“I've heard that before. What do you want?”
And Dave proceeded in the face of a growing conviction that was unbelievable. “I was at your house, or in the grounds, I mean.”
“What were you doing there?”