Harry sank into a chair, the black veil trailing from one hand and the silver-handled umbrella in the other.
“Foiled again!” she cried despairingly.
[CHAPTER XII]
THE MYSTERY IS SOLVED
Harry told her story later to Roy and Chub, who laughed immoderately and, as Harry thought at first, somewhat unkindly. But after a while she joined her laughter with theirs.
“Oh, he’s a peach!” declared Chub. “He’s too much for us!”
“Nothing of the sort!” said Harry. “He got the better of me to-day, but—”
“A time will come!” suggested Chub.
“And I’ll catch him yet; you see if I don’t! He’s not so awfully smart.”