Midnight Warning
79
"Dear Craye," ran his note, "you're a good fellow and dependable. Just take good care of the girl until you either hear from or see me again. What you told me early this morning inclines me to believe that I'd better attend to a possibly urgent affair, at once.—Vale!— J. P."
I had scarcely read and comprehended this truly remarkable message when Madrasia ran into the room. She was singing—some old country song. It came to a dead stop as she saw me pointing to the envelope that lay by her plate.
