“Well, what do you know about that?”
“It–well, so long as there are none of ’em here I’ll say it–it’s the limit!”
“They got back at us all right!”
“And to think we never suspected.”
“What will we do with these theatre tickets?”
Four young men, in freshened attire after their auto ride, stood disconsolately in the hotel parlor. Jack was fingering a note that a bell boy had brought him. Walter, Ed and Norton, with the assistance of Jack, had given voice to the expressions with which we have begun this chapter. The note read:
“Dear Jack:
“We don’t seem to care about the theatre this evening. I met Harry Dunn, and his two cousins–also another young man–Ralph Borden–and they asked us to go to a little private dance. Mrs. Fordam is with us. We met Harry at Lake Como last year, you remember. He is that tall, dark, distinguished-looking fellow. So we thought we’d prefer the dance to the theatre, especially as Belle and Bess have seen the play. Sorry to have to waste so many good tickets, but perhaps you boys will have time to paint another honeymoon sign.
“Cora.”
It was this note which had been handed to Jack as he and his companions had been waiting in the parlor for the girls, that had caused all the trouble.