He turned to smile, "I believe so!" Then his eyes widened as he recognized the speaker.
"Mrs. Sammy Whitcomb!"
It promised to be a curious journey.
CHAPTER VI
A CONSPIRACY IN SATIN
The tall man emptied one hand of its suitcase to clasp the hand the newcomer granted him. He held it fast as he exclaimed: "Don't tell me that you are bound for Reno!" She whimpered: "I'm afraid so, Mr. Ashton."
He put down everything to take her other hand, and tuned his voice to condolence: "Why, I thought you and Sam Whitcomb were—"
"Oh, we were until that shameless Mrs. Wellington——"
"Mrs. Wellington? Don't believe I know her."
"I thought everybody had heard of Mrs. Jimmie Wellington."
"Mrs. Jimmie—oh, yes, I've heard of her!" Everybody seemed to have heard of Mrs. Jimmie Wellington.