Accordingly, he stepped along the sidewalk, lifting his hat courteously as he neared the vehicle.
"You are Mr. Benson?" inquired the young woman.
"Yes, madam."
"I trust you will pardon my calling here, and sending you a message. But it was very urgent that I see you at once—how urgent you cannot yet understand."
"I am here, madam," Jack replied; not knowing what else to say.
"I am going to make another strange request of you."
"It is granted in advance, if possible."
"Will you step inside with me, and drive a little way?" inquired the young woman.
Jack glanced quickly at her. Her face was flushed; evidently she was embarrassed.
"Won't you tell me a little more, madam, about your reason for wishing to see me?" he suggested.