“Mrs. Barnes, there’s a young man inquiring for you,” said Jane, entering.
“Send him in, Jane.”
The visitor was Dodger, neatly dressed.
“How are things going, Mrs. O’Keefe?” he asked.
“Splendid, Dodger. Here’s some money for you.”
“What for?”
“You’re to go to Chicago and bring back Florence.”
“But she isn’t there.”
“Nivir mind. You’re to pretend to go.”
“But that won’t take money.”