"Yes. Some one thinks you're here already."
"Who?"
"I don't know. Some man. He wouldn't tell me who he was. He called up just a minute ago. He was awfully sure you were here. He wouldn't believe me when I said you weren't. Is it dangerous?" There was a touching note of anxiety in Jennie's voice.
"I guess not."
"Can you come anyway?" eagerly.
"I'm not sure. Don't wait for me long. I'll come within an hour if I can get away."
"You'll telephone again?"
"Yes--if I can."
"Georgie, boy!" There followed a little sound of lips moved in a certain way--unmistakably a kiss.
John Merriam played up with an effectiveness that surprised himself very much.