"We're going to his
rooms--now. Why not? He says he's ill. All right. I'm engaged to be
married to him and I've a right to see how ill he is."
"What's in your noodle, honey? You've got some kind of a suspicion.
What is it?"
"I think Clary knows something. My notion is that he was at Maddock's
and that he's in a blue funk for fear he'll be found and named as an
accessory. I'm going to find out all he can tell me."
"But--"
She looked at her father directly, a deep meaning in the lovely eyes.
A little tremor ran through her body. "Dad, I'm going to save Clay.
That's the only thing that counts."
Her words were an appeal, a challenge. They told him that her heart
belonged to the friend in prison, and they carried him back somehow to
the hour when the nurse first laid her, a tiny baby, in his arms.
His heart was very tender to her. "Whatever you say, sweetheart."
CHAPTER XXX
BEE MAKES A MORNING CALL
Their chauffeur broke the speed laws getting them to the apartment
house for bachelors where Bromfield lived.
His valet for once was caught off guard when he opened the door to
them. Beatrice was inside before he could quite make up his mind how
best to meet this frontal attack.
"We came to see Mr. Bromfield," she said.
"Sorry, Miss. He's really quite ill. The doctor says--"
"I'm Miss Whitford. We're engaged to be married. It's very important
that I see him."
"Yes, Miss, I know."
The man was perfectly well aware that his master wanted of all things
to avoid a meeting with her.
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