The two men, evidently beset by an excess of caution, had lowered their voices so that it was impossible to catch a word of their discourse.
Although the girls strained their ears, the conversation at the next table became only a confused mumbling and soon afterward the two men rose and left the dining room.
Although she had scarcely tasted her lunch, Dorothy rose too.
“Where are you going, Doro?” asked Tavia.
“To the office,” said Dorothy. “I must send a telegram to Garry at once!”
CHAPTER XIV
THE WARNING
It was characteristic of Dorothy Dale that she did not once say to Tavia, “I told you so!” She might so easily have done so, considering her own distrust of these two men and Tavia’s acceptance of them; of one of them, at least.
As for the latter, she was filled with chagrin to find that her handsome stranger was nothing but a cheap trickster after all—if indeed, he was not worse—and longed fervently to punish “Cal,” alias Stanley Blake.
“Oh, you just watch me snub him the next time we meet,” she cried, with relish. “I will make him feel about as little as the toy chameleon on his watch fob. Did you ever notice that chameleon, Dorothy? It was the most fascinating thing I ever saw, fairly hypnotized me.”
“Something certainly did!” Dorothy retorted dryly, which was as near as she ever came to saying, “I told you so.”