“Hello,” she said softly.
Then she turned quite pale, and placing her hand over the mouthpiece, she whispered: “It’s old Stony-face. Come quick. You can hear.”
Even across the room Nancy caught some of those vibrant base tones, and with her ear against the telephone, she heard every word he said.
“A friend of my daughter’s, you say? An old school friend, eh? Humph——”
Billie had not said that, but she made no denial.
“Campbell the name. Are you aware that my daughter is about to be married?”
“Oh, yes,” called Billie. “That’s why I wanted to see her. I—er—you know——”
She broke off lamely.
“Oh, Nancy, what shall I say? I’m so frightened.”
Nancy had a brilliant idea, and one most characteristic.