He frowned, then smiled.
“Of course, get your bonnet. Isabelle and I will have enough time later, to catch up on our affairs.”
So all three of them got into the Captain’s taxi, and hurried to the address which Isabelle gave the driver.
There was some little difficulty in Mr. Clifford’s outer office, but Captain O’Leary simplified it, by lifting the office boy out of the way, bodily, opening the door and marching in, followed by the two women.
Startled glances were lifted to this tall officer, stranger to them all, who strode in, unannounced. The lawyer rose angrily.
“How did you get in?” he demanded.
“Walked. Present me to the Bryces, Miss Watts,” he replied.
Miss Watts in a trembling voice said:
“Mrs. Bryce, this is Captain O’Leary, a friend of Isabelle’s and mine from Bermuda.”
Mrs. Bryce stared—too astonished to speak. The tall, young man bowed.