"Yes—and went to bed and had a fever!"
"It's over now."
"Didn't Lucian think it odd—your coming?" Garda went on.
"Very likely. I don't know what he thought."
"And you don't care, I suppose you mean. Well, Margaret, I know you don't think there was any real danger; but I can assure you that there was. You may call Dr. Kirby absurd. But absurd or not, I was horribly frightened when I saw him coming, and you cannot say that I am frightened easily; I don't think there is any doubt as to what he would have done if he had met Lucian!"
"I can't agree with you about that, Garda, though I confess that for a moment, when I first came upon Mr. Spenser at the door, I was as frightened as you were. But it didn't last, there was no ground for it."
Garda shook her head. "You don't understand—"
"Perhaps I don't," answered Margaret, with rather a weary intonation. "If Lucian didn't get your note, where is it?"
"The Doctor got it. That is the way he knew, don't you see? Pablo gave it to him."
"Pablo—the servant who could not betray you?"