“This is Landry speaking!” he said.
And a forlorn and patient voice answered:
“It’s me—Rosaleen.... It’s about Petey. I’m very sorry to bother you, but I don’t know what to do, exactly.”
“Why? Tell me!”
“The doctor says it’s typhoid fever——”
“By George! That’s too bad!”
“And Katie’s.... It’s hard to tell it over the telephone.... I wish—couldn’t I possibly see you just for a few minutes?”
“Of course! I’ll be with you at once. Where are you?”
“I’m at home,” she answered, and gave him the address she had withheld for five years.
Nick turned to Caroline.