"Not so fur as I know."
Ralph Endicott suddenly burst into laughter. "You old fox!" he shouted. "I believe you were right. I never did think so much about Lorna till I began to worry over her losing her fortune. You are a wonderful psychologist, Tobias Bassett."
"Huh! Me? There, now, Ralph, you needn't call me such names, even if I did tell a couple of whoppers to you and Lorny for the good of your souls. You ought to thank me."
Before they arrived in sight of the light another car purred up behind them. The chauffeur of this was Jackson, the Nicholets' man.
"Cap'n Bassett!" he shouted, "is Miss Lorna still over at the light?"
"I cal'late," replied Tobias.
"Will you take a letter that I got at the post-office just now for her? I know she must be expecting it. Oh, Mr. Endicott! is it you?"
He had run his car up beside the limousine. He drove on the right side, and so easily handed the missive to Ralph.
"I know she's looking for it," Jackson repeated.
"Very well, I'll give it to her," said Ralph.