"Oh!" almost whistled the taller man. "I see; of the Whitehall
Company?"
"Do you know him?" demanded Cora rather sharply.
"Slight-ly," drawled the stout man, he with the wrench.
"Well, we had best not detain you, young ladies," said the other, "as you have so important an engagement," and with that they both turned off.
"What do you think of that?" exclaimed Cora.
"The utmost!" replied Clip, in her favorite way of expressing "the limit."
"They knew Paul!" gasped Hazel.
"Seemed to," answered Cora evasively. She had her opinions and doubts as to who these gentlemen might be.
"Just my luck," murmured Clip. "I rather liked the tall fellow, but I noticed that the other carried a gold filigree fountain pen, had a perfectly dear watch charm, and he talked like a lawyer."
"Oh, my!" exclaimed Cora. "You did size him up. I only noticed that he was a joint short on his right-hand thumb."