As the fair-haired girl made her appearance, his heart began to beat furiously.
"How's my little dog?" he said jerkily.
The girl looked grave.
"I'm afraid he's pretty bad, Mr. Lyveden. He's naturally very strong, and we hope that'll pull him through. We ought to know one way or the other within twelve hours."
"I see," said Anthony dully. "When I didn't hear, I hoped——"
"Didn't you get my telephone message?"
Anthony shook his head.
"When did you ring up?"
"Yesterday. I spoke to somebody—a man, and asked him to tell you. I don't know who it was."
Anthony went very white.