“They want you. Some one’s come for you.”
“Oh, is grandfather waiting?” She rose.
“It isn’t your grandfather that has come for you,” answered the fat one, slowly. “It is Eskew Arp. Something’s happened.”
She looked at him for a moment, beginning to tremble violently, her eyes growing wide with fright.
“Is my grandfather—is he sick?”
“You’d better go and see. Old Eskew’s waiting in the hall. He’ll tell you.”
She was by him and through the window instantly. Mr. Arp was waiting in the hall, talking in a low voice to Mrs. Pike.
“Your grandfather’s all right,” he told the frightened girl quickly. “He sent me for you. Just hurry and get your things.”
She was with him again in a moment, and seizing the old man’s arm, hurried him down the steps and toward the street almost at a run.
“You’re not telling me the truth,” she said. “You’re not telling me the truth!”