“She’s Carl’s aunt, Mrs. Webber. He made me promise to look her up if we got to the west coast.”
“He did. Does she live at this hotel? I noticed she got off at the floor below.”
“Oh, no. She’s only visiting here—came to meet me.”
“I see. But how could she know you were here?”
“Carl wired her.”
“How did Carl know?”
Suddenly Tini flared. “And what business is it of yours?”
“Oh, what a nettle you are!” said Nancy.
Mabel came in a few minutes later. “You really got ahead of us,” she told Nancy. “Didn’t know you were coming on up.” Then her gaze fell on Tini, and she left the rest of her remark unfinished.
“Sure,” said Tini, sitting up suddenly, “she had to come up and spy on me and my friend.”