"It is Mr. Pearson, the financial writer of the Planet, Malcolm," said
Caroline. "You used to know him, I think."

"Don't remember, I'm sure. Yes, I do. Met you at the University Club,
didn't I?"

"Yes. I was formerly a member."

"And let me present you to Mrs. Corcoran Dunn," went on the girl. "Mr.
Pearson used to know father well."

Mrs. Dunn inspected the visitor through her lorgnette, and condescended
to admit that she was "delighted."

"I'm very glad you called," continued Caroline. "We were just in time,
weren't we? Do sit down. And if you will wait a minute until we remove
our wraps--Steve ring for Edwards, please."

"I'm afraid I can't wait, Miss Warren. I dropped in to see your uncle,
at his invitation, and, as a matter of fact, I didn't know--"

"To see our UNCLE!" interrupted Stephen, in amazement. "Who?"

"Your uncle, Captain Warren here," explained Pearson, surprised in his
turn. "He and I made each other's acquaintance yesterday, and he asked
me to call."

"You--you called to see HIM?" repeated Stephen. "Why, what in the
world--?"