Lady Deland demurred over that, pretending that she feared to do so, and she wound up with insisting that she would go only in her own touring car, in company with her maid and chauffeur.
Nancy Selig objected strongly to that, and for several minutes the argument between the two women continued, but the outlook for success finally overcame Nancy’s objections.
“Well, I agree to that, then,” she said, with a threatening frown. “But you’re not to leave me, or have any talk with them that I cannot hear. I’ll ride with you and go into the bank with you. I’ll not stand for any monkey business, you can bet on that.”
“There will be no monkey business, whatever that is,” said Lady Deland coldly.
“Call your maid here, then, and give her your directions,” snapped Nancy. “Send for the chauffeur, too, so we can make a quick get-away.”
Lady Deland touched a bell on the library table.
Nick entered from the hall half a minute later.
“Send my maid, Hawley,” said Lady Deland; Nance constantly watching her.
“Yes, your ladyship,” bowed Nick.
Another half minute brought Patsy Garvan into the room, so cleverly made up as a girl as to have deceived the most discerning observer.