He went down to his office, followed by the curate, and was proceeding to take a bulky folio down from the shelf, when the telephone bell rang.
It was Mr. Trupp to say the car would be wanted at four to-morrow afternoon.
"Is it a long run, sir?" asked Alf.
"No," came the answer. "Lewes—Mrs. Trupp."
Alf determined to send a man and not drive himself.
CHAPTER XXXVIII
SUSPENSE
Ruth walked home across the golf links, at her heart the agony of the beaten vixen who, crawling across a ploughed field still far from her earth, glances round to see a white wave of hounds breaking over the fence at her brush.
At Billing's Corner she nearly ran into her mother-in-law.
For the first time Anne paused deliberately to address her.