Late that same afternoon Elsie put her head through the door of the dining room of Bonnie Doon.
“Ye’re wanted on the telephone, Miss Jean.”
“Would you rather I went, my dear?” asked her aunt kindly.
“I’ll go,” said the girl quickly. “I think I know who it is.”
And, sure enough, it was Mr. Toogood.
“It’s all right, Miss Bower. If you will be at the prison at ten o’clock tomorrow morning, the Governor will himself be present at your interview with Mr. Garlett. He says he will keep out of earshot. I hope you are pleased.”
“I am indeed,” she called back, “and very grateful to you!”
And then she walked back slowly to the room where her uncle and aunt were sitting. She was sorry, now, that she had not confided to them her intention of seeing Harry Garlett, but she had shrunk from doing so
