“Where’s Marion?” she cried.
“She’s all right,” replied Hillyer, as he mounted the steps. “That is, nothing has happened to her. But there’s been an accident.” He hesitated. “Who is this Philip Haig?”
“Haig? What about Haig?” demanded Huntington.
“He’s been hurt. A horse threw him.”
“Sunnysides?” cried Huntington excitedly.
“I believe so.”
“He will, will he?” chuckled Huntington. “That serves––”
“But Marion?” interrupted Claire. “What about Marion?”
Hillyer looked doubtfully from one to the other, in much embarrassment. What did they know? Or were they as ignorant as he of the situation that had been revealed to him as if by the flash of a thunderbolt? And how much should he disclose to them, in loyalty to Marion? But in his pocket was Marion’s list.