“All right,” replied Banneker, “and thank you. Good-night.”
“Who was that?” barked Mr. Vanney, half rising.
“A friend of mine.”
“I would swear to that face.” He seemed quite excited. “I would swear to it anywhere. It is unforgettable. That was Camilla Van Arsdale. Was she in the wreck?”
“No.”
“Don’t tell me that it wasn’t she! Don’t try to tell me, for I won’t believe it.”
“I’m not trying to tell you anything,” Banneker pointed out.
“True; you’re not. You’re close-mouthed enough. But—Camilla Van Arsdale! Incredible! Does she live here?”
“Here or hereabouts.”
“You must give me the address. I must surely go and see her.”