“Miss Olaine?”
“Yes.”
“I can’t imagine why you say that,” observed Dorothy, puzzled.
“Didn’t I tell you how startled she was when she read Tom Moran’s name on that postal card?”
“But nonsense, Tavia!” cried Dorothy. “That was because she was reminded of the awful fire in which she came so near to losing her life.”
“How do you know?” snapped Tavia.
“But—my dear——”
“I tell you I believe she knows Tom Moran. Of course she would remember him, when he played the hero in that fire.”
“It’s ridiculous for you to talk that way, Tavia,” declared Dorothy. “You always do go flying off on a tangent——”
“Then I get a free ride. Don’t worry. I am welcome to my own ‘idee’; am I not, Doro?”