“Why, nothing much. I—”
“Oh, Olaf! Come, Olaf!”
It was Mrs. Simmons’s voice this time. Simmons bounded from the terrace, calling:
“Yes, Evelyn! Coming, Evelyn!”
The others jumped from their chairs.
“Come, Dr. Vessinger!” exclaimed the Magnificent Wreck. “I think it is time you and I and Miss Flower were gone. Where are the horses?”
“Do you think we should leave quite yet?” the doctor asked, somewhat cynically. “It seems to me the story has just begun.”
“Well, you may stay for the end. But I am going!”
