"I thought you might know where Maggie is, and I came to ask."
"That's what I thought."
"Do you know where she is?"
"Yes."
"Where is she?"
The old eyes were still steady upon him. "I don't know that I should
tell you. I want you to get on--and the less you have to do with
Maggie, the better for you."
"I'd like to know, grandmother."
The Duchess considered for a long space. "After all, you're of age--
and you've got to decide what's best for yourself. I'll tell you.
Maggie was here the other day--dressed simple--to get some letters
she'd forgotten to take and which I couldn't find. We had a talk.
Maggie is living at the Grantham under the name of Margaret Cameron.
She has a suite there."
"A suite at the Grantham!" exclaimed Larry, astounded. "Why, the
Grantham is in the same class with the Ritzmore, where she used to
work--or the Plaza! A suite at the Grantham!"
And then Larry gave a twitching start. "At the Grantham--alone?"
"Not alone--no. But it's not what just came into your mind. It's a
woman that's with her; a hired companion. And they're doing everything
on a swell scale."
"What's Maggie up to?"
"She didn't tell me, except to say that the plan was a big one. She
was all excited over it. If you want to know just what it is, ask
Barney Palmer and Old Jimmie.
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