“They didn’t burn her up, Mr. Carter.”
“Didn’t burn who up, Billy?”
“Margie, you know.”
The detective as yet had heard nothing of the fire at which Margie Marne nearly lost her life, and he lost no time questioning Billy.
The boy had heard of the fire through a fireman, and had gone direct to the hospital, where he had held an interview with the girl herself.
“I’ll see her, too,” said Nick. “This is important, Billy, and Margie must be seen.”
Imagine the astonishment of the girl when she saw Carter walking up the aisle toward her.
A smile of pleasure overspread her face, and she held out her hand.
“This is indeed a great pleasure,” cried Margie. “We’ve been sending after you, and just when we give you up here you come. I’ve been within the shadow of death.”
“So Billy told me.”