room slippers," she explained, "but I don't believe I could in my bare feet!"
Descending softly, she made him wait in the dining-room until she brought him toast and eggs and coffee. "Eat!" she said. "And I'm going to telephone for a taxicab to take you, if you think you've really got to go."
"No, I'm going to walk—I want to walk."
She shook her head anxiously. "You don't look able. You've walked all night."
"No, I didn't," he returned. "I tell you I got some sleep. I got all I wanted anyhow."
"But, papa ———"
"Here!" he interrupted, looking up at her suddenly and setting down his cup of coffee. "Look here! What about this Mr. Russell? I forgot all about him. What about him?"
Her lip trembled a little, but she controlled it before she spoke. "Well, what about him, papa?" she asked, calmly enough.
"Well, we could hardly———" Adams paused frowning heavily. "We could hardly expect he wouldn't hear something about all this."
"Yes; of course he'll hear it, papa."
"Well?"
