The telephone rang, and Baldy was off like a shot. Jane uncurled herself from her chair and lent a listening ear. It was a moment of exciting interest. Edith Towne was at the other end of the wire!
Jane knew it by Baldy’s singing voice. He didn’t talk like that to commonplace folk who called him up. She was devoured with curiosity.
He came in, at last, literally walking on air. And just as Jane had felt that his voice sang, so she felt now that his feet danced.
“Janey, it was Edith Towne.”
“What did she say?”
“Just saw my advertisement. Paper delayed——”
“Where is she?”
“Beyond Alexandria. But we’re not to give it away.”
“Not even to Mr. Towne?”
“No. She’s asked me to bring her bag, and some other things.”