“Really,” thought Jack; “I don't know what to make of this Mrs. Hardwick. She talks fair enough, if her looks are against her. Perhaps I have misjudged her, after all.”
CHAPTER XIX. CAUGHT IN A TRAP.
JACK and his guide paused in front of a three-story brick building of respectable appearance.
“Does Ida's mother live here?” interrogated Jack.
“Yes,” said Peg, coolly. “Follow me up the steps.”
The woman led the way, and Jack followed.
The former rang the bell. An untidy servant girl made her appearance.
“We will go up-stairs, Bridget,” said Peg.
Without betraying any astonishment, the servant conducted them to an upper room, and opened the door.