Then, summing it up, she said with conviction: "I don't think she's the kind of girl to trust at all." "I must have been blind--blind," said Hilary Vance.
Then came the sound of a taxicab drawing up before the house, and then a knocking at the front door.

Pollyooly opened it, and found Mr.James on the threshold.

He looked uncommonly anxious and said quickly: "I missed him.

Has he come back ?" "Yes; he's having his tea." "And this fellow Butterwick ?" said Mr.James.
"Oh, he came; and then, when he found how big Mr.Vance is, he went away.

But he hasn't done with Mr.Vance--not by a long chalk.