CHAPTER 11The Outsider
Johnny Redfield, after no more than a few seconds of astonishment, hurried forward. “Good heavens, you must be Mrs. David.”
“That’s right.” She cast a merry glance in her husband’s direction, and took Redfield’s proffered hand.
“But I had no idea you were in the neighborhood.” He looked as if this new complication were almost more than he could grasp.
“Neither had Dave and Cora.” She smiled.
“How ghastly to meet you for the first time in these circumstances,” said Johnny, trying his best to keep things on the social plane.
“Yes, it’s bad, isn’t it? I was flabbergasted when I heard,” said Mrs. David cheerfully.
“But when did you come?”
“About an hour ago. I biked from Rivertown.”
“Biked! I could have sent somebody. I should have managed it.”
“I bet you would
