Chapter XV

When Mrs. Johnson and Linda met the following morning, the elder woman said: “I’m free to-night, if you care to go anywhere. What about a little dinner and a theatre?” Distress signals flew in Linda’s cheeks. “I can’t—not to-night,” she faltered. “At least . . . I’m expecting Mr. Lincoln to come.” Mrs. Johnson raised her brows and laughed. “Have you heard from him, then? Is he back in town?” “I didn’t know he was away. I wrote to him at his flat.” “He is not back, then,” Mrs. Johnson said calmly. “He went down to B…