I'll run over there at once." Conrad Lagrange spoke quickly; "Don't let them think anything unusual has happened.

We'll go over to your house and wait for you there." Fifteen minutes later, Myra Willard returned.

Sibyl had borrowed the horse; asking them if she might keep it until the next day.

She did not say where she was going.

She had left about four o'clock.
"That will put her at Brian's by nine," said the novelist.
"And I will arrive there about the same time," added Aaron King, eagerly.
"It's now five-thirty.