“And that you knew she was going on that very boat,” added Anna.
“If that will set your mind any more at ease, I knew it.”
“Then why didn’t you tell us last night?” said Flotie, and her big black eyes fairly snapped.
“And why did you leave it just to chance for us to find it out? We saw you buy an extra, and call a cab, and drive off like mad up town, and we each got one; and so you see you are caught, Master Edward.”
“So it appears. Have you done with your catechism? If so I’ll go to my room and prepare for rest.”
“We’re not done yet,” said Flotie. “What name do the initials G. E. L. stand for?”
“I do not know.”
“Brother Edward, that fib will never do. If you know a part of her secret you know all.”
“You are very much mistaken, my sister. I know but little, very little, of Miss Butler or her life beyond the bindery, and the little I do know she has given me confidentially, and so it will be kept.”
“Very well, sir. Good-night. You can go to bed without your kiss.”