Elaine Cavendish read the letter slowly—and smiled.
“Clever! very clever!” she mused. “Colin is rather a diplomat—he managed it with exceeding adroitness—and the letter is admirably worded. It tells me everything I wanted to know. I’d forgotten about Davila Carrington, and I reckon she had forgotten me, till he somehow found it out and jogged her memory. Surely! I shall accept.”
To-morrow would be Thursday. She went to her desk and wrote this wire, in answer:
“Miss Davila Carrington,
“Hampton, Md.
“I shall be with you Friday, on morning train. You’re very, very kind.
“Elaine Cavendish.”
Miss Carrington showed the wire to Macloud.
“Now, I’ve done all that I can; the rest is in your hands,” she said. “I’ll coöperate, but you are the general.”