“Yes, my dear,” with a quiet wink at Walter.
“I invited the horse thief to come and make us a visit.”
Mrs. Owen certainly was amazed.
“You did!” she ejaculated. “When is he coming?”
“He is here already.”
“I don't understand you at all, Richard. You seem to be joking.”
“Not at all! There he stands!” and the colonel pointed to Walter.
“What, Walter?”
“Perhaps I had better go to the hotel,” suggested Walter.
“No, no! I can't believe anything evil of a young man with your face,” said Mrs. Owen. “I am glad my husband brought you home with him.”