"Not one," said Anthony.
A little cough came to her vigilant ears, and Valerie rose to her feet. As she came to the window, she stopped and looked at Anthony with a quiet smile.
"I don't think you ought to say that," she said gently. "Not since you know me so well."
Long after she had passed in, Lyveden stood gazing at the threshold from which she had spoken….
The veterinary surgeon was with Patch.
After a tender examination, he rose to his feet, and Anthony introduced himself.
"He's a fine little dog," said the other. "And he makes a good patient, but I'm afraid he's in for a bad time." He turned to the kennel-man. "Have you warned Williams and Minter?"
"I have, sir."
"That's right. From now on, he mustn't be left."
"Will he have some brandy, sir?"