“I’ll bet he’s had about one drink too many.”
“Probably six would be more like it. Do you suppose the Misses Gates know he drinks?”
“Oh, I’m sure they don’t. You know how strict they are about such things.”
“I think it’s time they find out about their help, then. I don’t see how they can be so blind.”
They continued down the street and presently had forgotten about Henry Sully. The town was soon explored and they were thinking of returning to the mansion when Kitty suggested that they attend a moving picture show.
“All right,” Doris agreed, “if we can find anything good.”
They had noticed a number of theaters near the post office and turned that way.
“We’re coming to one now,” Kitty observed a few minutes later. “Can you make out the sign?”
“Oh, we don’t want to go there,” Doris said hastily. “It’s one of those cheap places that cater to folks with perverted tastes.”
They were about to pass on without a glance at the advertisements when they noticed a familiar figure. Of one accord they paused and pretended to be looking at the window display of a candy shop adjoining the theater.