“Oh, yes, yes; and now don’t talk. Let me think.”
They made a safe landing, and Jimmy helped Kitty to alight.
“Now tell me,” she demanded, turning on him suddenly, “do you know where my brother is?”
“Why, yes,” he replied, evidently a little mystified at her manner.
“And—and did you say—honeymoon? Is he—married?”
“Good Lord! didn’t you know?” he shouted. “Have I put my beastly number nine foot into it again? He didn’t tell me it was a secret. I was his best man, you know, and saw them off to Jersey for their honeymoon. But he said nothing about keeping it secret. Didn’t you know?”
“Will you come with me to see Mr. Holt?” Kitty asked.
“I will go anywhere you say, anywhere at once,” Jimmy replied.
Kitty started off immediately in the direction of the village, Jimmy Trevor keeping pace with long strides, muttering apologies to her and imprecations on himself at intervals. As they passed through the big gates into the main road they met Thoyne, who glanced at her companion a little questioningly. Jimmy Trevor was a very personable youth, and jealousy is easily aroused.
“Oh, Ronald, this is Mr. Trevor,” Kitty said. “He—he knows where—where Billy is.”