"How long will it take?"
He shrugged his shoulders expressively.
"That I cannot tell you, but I will try to get it for you soon as possible. What is your address?"
She told him, being careful to give her own name, not the doctor's. Then she thought that it might not be wise to have the report sent to the house at all. One never knew.
"If you can give me some idea of when it will be done, I will call for it myself."
"Shall we say, then, five o'clock to-morrow afternoon, mademoiselle?
Although, of course, I cannot promise."
With a sigh of relief to have this particular ordeal safely over, she walked out of the shop door—and straight into the arms of Captain Holliday! She pulled herself up abruptly, almost speechless with astonishment.
"Why—you!" was all she could ejaculate.
The sudden encounter with him, when she had confidently believed him miles away, took the wind out of her sails, upsetting her calculations completely. She continued to stare at him so stupidly that she could see he was beginning to wonder what was the matter. His car, travel-stained and looking as though it had seen hard service, stood close to the curb. He had been in the act of entering a tobacconist's next door to the chemist's shop.
"I'm not quite a ghost," he informed her with a short laugh, "although
I admit I feel rather like one."