He rang a bell, and as his secretary opened the door the Bishop said:
“Will you see, please, if General Chandler is in his office across the street. If he is, give him my respects and ask him to step over here a moment.”
The secretary bowed, but hesitated a little in the doorway.
“What is it?” asked the Bishop.
“There is a young girl out there, Bishop. She says she must see you, but she will not give a name. She seems to be in trouble, or frightened.”
Jeffrey Whiting was on his feet and making for the door.
“Sit down where you were, young man,” said the Bishop sharply. If Ruth Lansing were out there––and the Bishop half believed that she was––well, it might be coincidence. But it was too much for the Bishop’s credulity.
“Send the girl in here,” he said shortly.
Ruth Lansing walked into the room and went straight to the Bishop. She did not see Jeffrey.