O’Leary turned without answer and went down the hall.
“Dangerfield’s been asking after you,” said Flick. “Well, what?”
King O’Leary made a sign to signify that he would give his news later, and went to the next room.
Dangerfield jumped up at his entrance and came forward in a positive frenzy, crying:
“Well, what did you see—who was there?”
Behind him the straight, slender figure of Inga was standing. She shook her head hastily and placed her finger across her lips in warning.
“Why, no one at all,” said O’Leary heartily.
“No one?” said Dangerfield, and he came up close to him and looked into his face like a puzzled child. “You say, no one?”
“I told you that there was no reason to be excited,” said Inga, in a strangely calming voice.
“How do you know there was no one?” he said, dissatisfied. “Did you see who was outside? Did you go to the car,—all the way?”