“Mrs. Jarvis Jocelyn, Sunnyside, New York.
“Mr. Frohman will see you at three o’clock to-morrow.”
Bambi gazed at it a moment, a bit dazed, then she laughed.
“Anything the matter?” Jarvis inquired.
“No-o. Oh, no.”
This was how it happened that Mr. Jarvis Jocelyn took the midnight train to New York, while Mrs. Jarvis Jocelyn followed on an early morning one.
“But why, if you both have to go to that city of abominations, do you not go together?” inquired the Professor.
“Part of the secret,” she reminded him.
“Dear me, I had forgotten we were living in a plot. How is it coming out?”
“I will know to-day, definitely, just how, when, and where it is coming out.”
Jarvis presented himself at the theatre at eleven sharp, and felt a thrill of righteous pride when he was ushered into the private office without delay. His vow that he would enter without so much as a calling-card had come true sooner than he had hoped.
Mr. Frohman smiled in his friendly way, and shook hands.
