“Why, if he is Miss Orr’s father—” she began.
“Oh, of course,” said Jim hurriedly. “I was just wondering if he had introduced himself.”
Ellen was silent. She was convinced that there was some mystery about the pale old man.
“He said a lot of awfully queer things to me,” she admitted, after a pause during which Jim turned the car into a side road.... “I thought you were going to the village.”
“This will take us to the village—give you a longer ride, Ellen. I’ll take you home afterwards.”
“After what?”
“Why, after we’ve got the mail—or whatever you want.”
“Don’t you think Miss Orr and that queer old Mr. —— If his name isn’t Orr, Jim, what is it?” She shot a quick glance at him.
“Good Lord!” muttered Jim profanely.
He drew the car up at the side of the road and stopped it.