Jackson Gregory

“ Alice had every intention of staying, since that was why she had come.
“Are you sure you want me to?” she inquired innocently.
“Why, of course,” Stephen replied. “I have some friends here whom I want you to meet. The most interesting people——”
She went with him, her curiosity more fully piqued than he knew regarding these “most interesting people.” She smiled at Colonel Harwood and his wife, the woman like a thin, bluish icicle. Then she was presented to Marvella Nevil and to Mr. Reagan. ”

“ Otherwise I'll feel that I am dragging poor Stephen away from sympathetic and very interesting friends. Promise me you'll come. We'll all make our escape from the mountains in rushed order if we get bored or quarrel among ourselves. Or we can spend a lovely ten days. Will you come? Please?”
She knew that if her recent caller, Billy Steele, was right in his surmises neither Reagan nor Marvella would care to lose sight just now of young Carrington for ten days. Ten days might grow into a month, and thereafter extend indefinitely. ”

“ Then, a couple of score of paces beyond Carrington's, the motor stopped altogether, drawn up to the curb, and the chauffeur, looking over his shoulders, shook his head and announced dismally:
“Somethin's wrong, Miss Alice. Better light out. I'll phone a taxi to come get you and I'll have somebody come tow me in to a garage. Gear's got a tooth broke off, from the sound of it.” ”