"Yes, surely he ought to visit her now, really. Just ask her if I may come up, Mrs. Marcy. I—I'm glad you told me of this. Thank you. It will help me."
Ten minutes later Doctor Barnes was hastening toward the telegraph office, where he sent away this singular and wordy message:
"Frank Ferrars, No. … Street, Chicago—
"Your cousin, Miss Hilda Grant, is ill, and in trouble. It is a case in which you are needed as much as I. Come, if possible, by first evening train.
"That will fetch him," he mused, as he hastened homeward. "Ferrars never breaks a promise, though I little expected to have to remind him of it within the year."
"Well," began Brierly, when he entered his own door. "Have you seen her? Was she willing?"
"Willing and anxious. She is a brave and sensible little woman. She will do her part, and she has never for one moment believed in the theory of an accident."
"And she will receive me?"
"This evening. She insists that we hold our council there, in her presence. At first I objected, on account
