meet you, and you are late."

"My brother," said Hazel curtly.

"Paul Hastings," said Cora quickly, before she knew why.

"Oh!" almost whistled the taller man. "I see; of the Whitehall
Company?"

"Do you know him?" demanded Cora rather sharply.

"Slight-ly," drawled the stout man, he with the wrench.

"Well, we had best not detain you, young ladies," said the other,
"as you have so important an engagement," and with that they both
turned off.

"What do you think of that?" exclaimed Cora.

"The utmost!" replied Clip, in her favorite way of expressing "the
limit."

"They knew Paul!" gasped Hazel.

"Seemed to," answered Cora evasively. She had her opinions and
doubts as to who these gentlemen might be.

"Just my luck," murmured Clip. "I rather liked the tall fellow,
but I noticed that the other carried a gold filigree fountain pen,
had a perfectly dear watch charm, and he talked like a lawyer."