'
I'll warrant he's got PALS."
"Well, here he is--that's the main point--just keeping those
people apart, spoiling a whole romance. Maybe ruining their
lives. It's QUITE possible; really it is. Just stop and think.
This is a positive crisis we're looking at now."
"Can't we get rid of him SOMEHOW?"
"O-oh!" whispered Blix, all at once, in a quiver of excitement.
"There is a way, if we'd ever have the courage to do it. It might
work; and if it didn't, he'd never know the difference, never
would suspect us. Oh! but we wouldn't dare."
"What? what? In Heaven's name what is it, Blix?"
"We wouldn't dare--we couldn't. Oh! but it would be such--"
"K. D. B. may come in that door at any second."
"I'm half afraid, but all the same--Condy, let me have a pencil."
She dashed off a couple of lines on the back of the bill of fare,
and her hand trembled like a leaf as she handed him what she had
written.
"Send him--the red-headed man--that telegram. There's an office
just two doors below here, next the drug-store. I saw it as we
came by. You know his initials: remember, you saw them in his
hat. W. J. A., Luna's restaurant. That's all you want."
"Lord," muttered Condy, as he gazed upon what Blix had written.
"Do you dare?" she whispered, with a little hysterical shudder.
"If it failed we've nothing to lose."
"And K. D. B. is coming nearer every instant!"
"But would he go--that is, at once?"
"We can only try.
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