enough that you really haven't," Mrs. Gereth declared. "If Mona has got him———"
Fleda had accomplished her search; her interlocutress paused. "If Mona has got him?" the girl inquired, tightening the umbrella.
"Well," said Mrs. Gereth profoundly, "it will be clear enough that Mona has."
"Has let herself go?"
"Has let herself go." Mrs. Gereth spoke as if she saw it in every detail.
Fleda felt the tone and finished her preparation; then she went and opened the door. "We'll look for him together," she said to her friend, who stood a moment taking in her face. "They may know something about him at the Colonel's."
"We'll go there." Mrs. Gereth had picked up her gloves and her purse. "But the first thing," she went on, "will be to wire to Poynton."
"Why not to Waterbath at once?" Fleda asked.
Her companion hesitated. "In your name?"
"In my name. I noticed a place at the corner."
While Fleda held the door open Mrs. Gereth drew on her gloves. "Forgive me," she presently said. "Kiss me," she added.
Fleda, on the threshold, kissed her. Then they both went out.
