"Only one thing is to be done, Jane," I said, my voice shaking. "Tom
must be warned."
"Call him up," said Jane, "and tell him to keep away."
But this I dare not do.
"Who knows, Jane," I observed, in a forlorn manner, "but that the
telephone is watched? They must suspect. But how? HOW?"
Jane was indeed a FIDUS A CHATES. She went out to the drug store and
telephoned to Tom, being careful not to mention my name, because of the
clerk at the soda fountain listening, saying merely to keep away from a
Certain Person for a time as it was dangerous. She then merely mentioned
the word "revolver" as meaning nothing to the clerk but a great deal to
Tom. She also aranged a meeting in the Park at 3 P. M. as being the
hour when father signed his mail before going to his Club to play bridge
untill dinner.
Our meeting was a sad one. How could it be otherwise, when to loving
Hearts are forbiden to beat as one, or even to meet? And when one or the
other is constantly saying:
"Turn your back. There is some one I know coming!"
Or:
"There's the Peters's nurse, and she's the worst talker you ever heard
of." And so on.
At one time Tom would have been allowed to take out their Roadster, but
unfortunately he had been forbiden to do so, owing to having upset it
while taking his Grandmother Gray for an airing, and was not to drive
again until she could walk without cruches.
"Won't your people let you take out a car?" he asked. "Every girl ought
to know how to drive, in case of war or the CHAUFFEUR leaving----"
"----or taking a Grandmother for an airing!" I said coldly.
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