Thanky, sir."
Quin tore back to the station and dashed through the waiting-room, the
dining-room, the baggage-room. He was on the point of going out to the
taxi-stand and interrogating each driver in turn, when his eyes were
caught by a smart suit-case that lay unattended on one of the seats. It
bore the inscription "E.M.B.--Ky."
In his sudden relief he could have snatched it up and embraced it. But
where was Eleanor? For five interminable minutes he stood guard over her
property, watching every exit and entrance, and pacing the floor in his
impatience. Suddenly an idea occurred to him, and, cursing himself for
his stupidity, he strode over to the telephone-booths.
Eleanor was in the corner one, the receiver at her ear, evidently waiting
for her call. As Quin flung upon the door she turned and faced him in
defiant surprise.
"What are you doing here?" she demanded indignantly. "Did grandmother
send you?"
"No; she doesn't know I'm here."
Eleanor turned nervously to the telephone.
"Hello! I can't understand you. Put--what? Oh! I forgot. Wait a
minute----"
Letting the receiver swing, she fumbled in her purse; then, finding no
small change, looked appealingly at Quin.
Pages:
282
283
284
285
286
287
288
289
290
291
292
293
294
295
296
297
298
299
300
301
302
303
304
305
306