As the taxi moved away, a startled voice within the car exclaimed: “You!”
Clifford then saw that he was sitting beside Mary. “Miss Regan!” he ejaculated, forgetting her new name.
“Uncle George told me we were to pick up Jack.”
“I hope you’ll forgive the deception. Don’t blame Uncle George. Blame me.”
“What does this mean?” she demanded.
“I felt I had to see you at once.”
“Why?”
“You see, I could hardly help wanting to know what you had done.”
He had thought it more than likely that she would be angry. Her dark eyes did flash at him; but when she spoke she spoke very calmly.
“There’s no reason why you should not know; and I have no objections to telling you everything. What do you wish to know first?”