She looked in her pocket-book, and tucked away in its folds was the return half of her Berwick ticket! She had forgotten that she had it with her. It seemed a finger of Fate pointing the way.
"I will," she decided. "I will go back to Berwick. I'll ask about the trains."
Inquiry at the Information Department told her that there would be a train for Berwick in half an hour, and Dolly went in and sat down in the waiting room.
Suddenly it struck her that the people at Mr. Forbes' would be alarmed at her non-appearance, and would be very anxious for her safety.
That would never do. She had no wish to disturb kind Mrs. Berry or to scare Dotty half to death.
She saw the telephone booths near by, and realised how easy it would be to communicate with the house.
She asked the operator for the number of Jefferson Forbes' residence and in a moment was in the booth.
The butler responded to her call, and Dolly did not ask for any one else.
"That you, McPherson?" she said, speaking as casually as she could.
"Yes, Miss Fayre. Will you speak with Mrs. Berry?"