“And Jack, too!” she breathed eagerly, yet fearfully. It occurred to her that some one must hear her, and drag her back into the tedious realm of conventionality again. For the moment she was almost inclined to regard herself as a kidnapped person, held apart from friends and rescuers.
“If it isn’t the kid!” was the comment of the second man, and his eyes beamed happily.
“You both rooming over there?” asked Bonnie May.
“Since yesterday. We’ve got an engagement at the Folly.”
“And to think of your being within—oh, I can’t talk to you this way! I must get to you!”
“You and Miss Barry stopping there?”
“Why, you see, I’m not working just now. Miss Barry——”
She stopped suddenly, her eyes filling with terror. She had heard a step behind her.
Turning, she beheld Baron in the doorway.
“I thought I heard you talking,” he said, in quite a casual tone. “Was Thomason here?”