“They’ll soon take a turn for the worse, I’ll wager my life on that,” thought Patsy, with grim anticipations.
It was then nearly seven o’clock, and the dusk of the early evening had begun to fall.
As the car approached the side veranda and came to a stop, Badger rose out of a chair in which he was seated, and strode to the steps leading down to the driveway.
Though his dark features wore a look of evil complacency, he at once addressed his wife in rather uneasy tones.
“Well, what’s the verdict?” he asked.
“Nothing wrong, Amos,” she cried, as both women came down from the car.
“Did you stop at your rooms, Vic?”
“Certainly,” laughed the latter. “Don’t you notice that I have changed my coat?”
“Ah, yes, I see.”