June Travis felt her hand tremble as she took down the receiver to call Florence. “Whose hand would not tremble?” she asked herself. And indeed the events of the past few days had been exciting. Now Florence had left word to call her. “Something very important to talk about!” That was her message.
“Hello! Hello!” she heard. “Yes, this is Florence.
“Oh, June, the strangest things do happen!” she exclaimed. “You remember that little story I wrote about your lost father?”
“Yes. I—”
“Well, today while I was out, a little lady in gray called at the office. Frances Ward talked to her. And was she mysterious! Wanted to talk to me, no one else. After that, she said she would talk to you, or to both of us at once. Had something tremendously important to tell you. It—it’s about your father.”
“Oh!” June gasped.
“Of course—” the voice at the other end of the line dropped. “Of course, you must not expect too much. She said something about mind-reading, mental telepathy and all that. She may be just one more fortune teller. But somehow I can’t help but feel that she isn’t. She lives in quite an exclusive section of the city. Mrs. Ward says she wouldn’t be allowed to put out a sign in that section. And what’s a fortune teller without a sign? So—”
“Oh, I’m all excited!” June thrilled.
“Well, you mustn’t be—at least not too much. Tomorrow I’ve got to go after something else. Remember that gypsy fortune teller who stole four hundred dollars? I’ve got to find her.”
“But won’t that be terribly dangerous?” June’s voice wavered.