"Allow you? Why, David Carroll—I think you're simply—simply—grandiloquent! When will you come?"
"If your sister will permit—"
"Bother Sis! To-morrow night?"
"Yes, to-morrow night."
She executed a few exuberant dance steps.
"Oh, what'll the girls say when I tell 'em?"
Carroll climbed thoughtfully back into his car. He saw Evelyn enter the house, but his thoughts were not with her. He was thinking of the man who had just left.
Carroll never forgot faces, and he had recognized the visitor.
The man was William Barker, former valet to Roland Warren!