Helen suddenly gave a cry.
"It's as I thought!" she exclaimed. "Dorothy is worse. The doctor thinks it is scarlet fever. I must go to her at once."
"Go where?" demanded Handsome in consternation.
"To Philadelphia."
"To Philadelphia to-night?" he cried in dismay.
"Yes—to-night," she said firmly.
He protested vigorously.
"Nonsense—you can't go to-night. It will do no good. Wait till the morning. There are no trains."
Quickly, the valet drew from his pocket a time-table. With a side glance at his master, he said:
"There is a train at 1.15. If Madame is quick, she will make it. The car is already waiting downstairs."