The Major examined it
critically from the sidewalk, and decided it contained six suites of
apartments, three on each side.
"D must be the second floor to the right." he said, "and that's a fine
location, sure enough."
A porter appeared at the front door, which stood open, and examined
the group upon the sidewalk with evident curiosity.
Patsy walked up to him, and ignoring the big gold figures over the
entrance she enquired:
"Is this 3708 Willing Square?"
"Yes, Miss," answered the porter; "are you Miss Doyle?"
"I am," she answered, surprised.
"One flight up, Miss, and turn to the right," he continued, promptly;
and then he winked over the girl's head at Uncle John, who frowned so
terribly that the man drew aside and disappeared abruptly. The Major
and Patsy were staring at one another, however, and did not see this
by-play.
"Let's go up," said the Major, in a husky voice, and proceeded to
mount the stairs.
Patsy followed close behind, and then came Uncle John. One flight up
they paused at a door marked "D", upon the panel of which was a rack
bearing a card printed with the word "Doyle."
"Well, well!" gasped the Major.
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