"No," she said. "My mother hurried down to meet him then; but the concierge said they had only stopped in the doorway a moment and then gone on."
"They did?"
"Madame Momoro left that note for you then. I heard the concierge telling my mother so when I got there."
"He was telling your mother"
"Yes," Olivia said, and she looked at him gravely. "Mr. Ogle, would you be willing to give me a little help?"
"Of course."
"I thought you would," she said. "I'm afraid you do seem to be mixed up in it a little, besides, through being here with Madame Momoro. You see my mother got a note, too. It was from Papa, and it's really for Papa I'm asking your help."
"You want me to"
"Wait," she said. "I'd better show you what he wrote to Mamma, if you don't mind, and after you've read it I think you'll agree with me that Papa's going to need help."
She had the note in her hand and gave it to him. He read it.
