“Miss Ford rang you up this morning, sir.”
“Oh, what had she to say?” Bobbie turned, lather brush in hand.
“She only asked if you were at home.”
“What time was this?”
“About five o’clock, sir.”
“Five o’clock! You graven image, why didn’t you tell me?”
Lathered as he was, he dashed to the telephone and got through to Diana.
“Is that you, Bobbie? Can I see you to-day?”
“I’ll come at once.”
There was a silence at the other end of the wire.