The young man frowned thoughtfully at his steering wheel.
“Not exactly,” he said, after a pause. “He’s been sick a long time and his mind is—well, I think it has been somewhat affected. Did he— He didn’t talk to you about himself, did he?”
“What do you want to know for?”
“Oh, he appeared rather excited, and—”
“Yes; I noticed that.” She laughed mischievously.
Jim frowned. “Come, Ellen, quit this nonsense! What did he say to you?”
“If you mean Mr. Orr—”
He turned his eyes from the road to stare at her for an instant.
“Did he tell you his name was Orr?” he asked sharply.
It was Ellen’s turn to stare.