"
"I am afraid I cannot tell you when she is likely to return. But
please come in, and I will make inquiries."
"Oh, no, I would rather you did not trouble and I won't stay, thank
you nevertheless. I expect she will ring me up when she comes in."
"Is there any message I can give her?"
"Well"--she hesitated for an instant--"you might tell her, if you
would, that I only returned home at eight o'clock, so that I could not
come around any earlier." She glanced rapidly at Irvin, biting her
lip. "I wish I could have seen her," she added in a low voice.
"She wishes to see you particularly?"
"Yes. She left a note this afternoon." Again she glanced at him in a
troubled way. "Well, I suppose it cannot be helped," she added and
smilingly extended her hand. "Good night, Mr. Irvin. Don't bother to
come to the door."
But Irvin passed Hinkes and walked out under the porch with Margaret
Halley. Humid yellow mist floated past the street lamps, and seemed to
have gathered in a moving reef around the little runabout car which
was standing outside the house, its motor chattering tremulously.
"Phew! a beastly night!" he said. "Foggy and wet."
"It's a brute isn't it?" said the girl laughingly, and turned on the
steps so that the light shining out of the hallway gleamed on her
white teeth and upraised eyes.
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