They both concentrated upon the end of the trip. Jerry longed to be rid of his unwelcome responsibility, and Isabelle was interested because she had arranged a coup for the moment.
Wally had assured Jerry, by wire, that a teacher from the school would meet Isabelle at the station. Isabelle, in the meantime, had wired Miss Vantine that a change of plans made it unnecessary for the teacher to meet the train. She signed the telegram with her father’s name. She awaited the moment when Jerry realized that he was not to be rid of her, with considerable excitement.
Arrived in New York at ten o’clock, she preserved a demure silence while he stormed up and down the station looking for the teacher. He was finally convinced that there was no one to meet them.
“What are you going to do with me?” she asked.
“Come along,” he replied, ungraciously, bundling her into a cab.
They went to a studio building and Jerry pounded on somebody’s door for ten minutes, in vain. Then he tried another.
“None of your friends care to see us, Jerry,” grinned Isabelle. Finally he unlocked a door and turned on a light.
“This is your place, Jerry,” she cried; and she began a swift inspection.
“You can turn in here for the night, and in the morning I will take you to the school.”
“Where will you sleep?”