“How angry she must be,” thought Billie, “to have her father eavesdrop on her like this.”
Evelyn did not pause this time.
“How very nice to see you again. Are you stopping here long?”
“Only a few days. But you made me promise to look you up if ever I came to Salt Lake City, and here I am, you see. There isn’t very much time. Perhaps I can see you to-night——”
Billie and Nancy exchanged long, frightened glances. They were meddling in matters which did not concern them, and which Miss Campbell had forbidden them to touch.
“Do come to-night My room is No. 400, on the fourth floor.”
“I’ll be there right away,” said Billie, and she hung up the receiver. “Nancy, you’ll have to go to bed, and turn out all the lights. I’m so frightened about what I’m doing. It’s wrong, I suppose, but I don’t want the others to know anything about it.” She took Daniel Moore’s note from her satchel and slipped it in the neck of her dress. “No. 400,” she repeated to herself, as she hurried from the room. “He’s certain to go up on the first elevator. Fortunately, we’re on the same floor.”
She fled down a corridor; turned a corner and hurried down another, almost running into Ebenezer Stone, Evelyn’s stern fiance. She heard footsteps behind her, but she did not pause.
“You’ve been saying good-night, Ebenezer?” said the voice of Mr. Stone.
“Yes, Cousin John; and, by the way, there’s a little matter I wanted to see you about——”