"And I wasn't first on the spot.

That was Varner, the mason--he called me." He turned from the lad to glance at the girl, who was peeping curiously over the gate into the yews and cypresses.

"Do you think your father's at the Library just now ?" he asked.

"Shall I find him there ?" "I should think he is," answered Betty Campany.

"He generally goes down about this time." She turned and pulled Dick Bewery's sleeve.