“I got a glimpse of you at Deer Trail the other day,” Carroll was saying. “You were there about the superintendent’s house—Mr. Mills spoke of you afterward—said you seemed to know your business. He’s not so hard to please as many people think—only”—Carroll smiled—“it’s always safer to do things his way.”
“I imagine it is!” Bruce assented.
Carroll remained until the clock on the mantel chimed twelve.
“I hope you’ve enjoyed this as much as I have!” he said. “If there’s anything I can do for you, give me a ring. Mr. Mills is a regular client of Freeman’s. We’ll doubtless meet in a business way from time to time.”
CHAPTER ELEVEN
I
On a Sunday afternoon a fortnight later Bruce, having been reproved by Dale Freeman for his recent neglect of her, drove to the architect’s house. He had hoped to see Millicent there and was disappointed not to find her.
“You expected to see someone in particular!” said Dale. “I can tell by the roving look in your eye.”
“I was merely resenting the presence of these other people. My eyes are for you alone!”
“What a satisfactory boy you are! But it was Millicent, wasn’t it?”