"I'd be thankful to have him at Bell Hammer."
"Your home?"
"Yes," said Valerie. "In Hampshire."
The doctor resumed his seat and crossed his legs.
"You're prepared to undertake it?" he said. "I mean, it may be a very trying responsibility."
"Dr. Heron, I hope to become Major Lyveden's wife."
The specialist nodded.
"Good. Do you wish me to arrange his removal?"
"Oh, please."
"Very well. Have you a closed car?"