"You think I imagined it. But I'm sure! Oh, Mr.—er—Justin, do let's go back and warn him! I have a presentiment that if we don't, it will be too late."
"Whatever you feel as if you must do shall be done," said Justin, with a tenderness in his voice of which few people would have believed him capable. "The doctor humoured you, and told me to, so here goes!" He called through the speaking-tube, and directed the chauffeur to turn. "Go back till you get within a few yards of that auto we passed hung up on the road," he added. And to Clo:
"Astonishing the interest you take in the Herons!" he teased.
"Not in them. In him. I don't think I like Mrs. Heron," she explained.
"You've worried about him ever since you came to yourself yesterday. But then, I'm used to John Heron's life being threatened. It used to happen about once a week. And he is alive to this day."
"I feel awfully responsible," said Clo. "You see, I heard Kit and Churn talking of the plot, and saying that Chuff was sure to have found someone else, after Pete died."
"I tried to get Heron three times on long distance yesterday," said O'Reilly, "and when he was always out, I wired."
"You couldn't explain clearly in the telegram."
"If you really saw him in the car, he's all right, up to date. There it is, still stranded. We shall soon know."
"Will you get out and talk to him seriously?" Clo urged.