“Up on the mountain trail, when I ride tomorrow afternoon.”
“With Carroll?”
“No; I’m going alone.”
“I don’t quite like to have you knocking about mountain roads by yourself, though Mr. Sherwen says you’re safe anywhere here. Where’s that little automatic revolver I gave you?”
“In my trunk. I’ll carry that if it will make you feel any easier.”
“Yes, do. But I can’t see why you can’t send word to Perkins that I want to see him here.”
“I can. And I can guess just what his answer would be.”
“Well, guess ahead.”
“He’d tell you to go to the bad place, or its scientific equivalent.” She laughed.
“Would he?” Mr. Brewster did not laugh. “And perhaps you’ll be good enough to tell me why.”