They were gathered there in the studio, Florence and June, Miss Mabee, Tum Morrow and Rodney Angel, when there came the sound of footsteps on the stairs, followed by a rattle at the bell. June started forward impulsively. Florence held her back. “Wait!” she whispered.
Miss Mabee pressed a button. The door opened slowly, and in walked Sandy, Jeanne and a short, stout man. They, the newcomers, all wore heavy airplane coats and carried airplane traveling bags in their hands.
“Well?” The man studied the waiting group. When his eyes fell upon June they lighted up as if by a touch of fire.
“June!” His voice was husky. “How big! How beautiful you are!” Next instant the girl was in his arms.
And after that, as always, there was a feast. At this feast John Travis made a brief speech. “There’s gold on Isle Royale.” He spoke with feeling. “More gold at the bottom of that little lake than any man can use wisely in a lifetime. When it’s been recovered, I shall charter the finest airplane in the country and take you all on a trip around the world. What do you say to that?”
Of course, they said “Yes,” and they said it with a shout of joy. But would they go? Only time could tell.
“This fortune telling,” Florence said to June as they lunched together next day, “It is all a fake and a fraud.”
“But what can we say of the little lady in gray?” June asked, as she opened her eyes wide.
“Yes,” Florence agreed, “that was strange!”
“I’d like to go and see her again and—and thank her.” The younger girl’s eyes shone.