“Sorry,” said her host, “but I am dining here to-night. Lieutenant Kramer is to join me.”
“Remember me to him,” she said as he escorted her to the automobile, driven by Dean.
A block away from the hotel she tapped on the glass, and as Dean brought the car to a stop she climbed into the seat beside him. Only a week ago she would have criticized any girl who rode beside the chauffeur. In fact she had spoken disapprovingly of a girl in her own set who made a habit of doing it, but now she never gave it a thought. Many things in her life seemed to have assumed new aspects and values since she had entered on a career of useful activity. In her was rapidly developing something of her father’s ability and directness. As she wanted to talk confidentially with Dean, she went the easiest way about it, entirely regardless of appearances.
“Apparently you carried it off well,” he commented.
“I hope so,” she answered, coloring a little. “They’re making their usual Wednesday motor trip.”
“He did not tell you their destination?”
“No, but Lieutenant Kramer is dining with him to-night at the Biltmore.”
“Fine. Those things the Chief can take care of. That leaves the way clear for us to-morrow afternoon.”
“What excuse will I make for having you come up to the apartment?”
“You want me to change some pictures. That will account for the wire if I’m caught.”