It took some time before the connection was established. Stuart sat on the arm of a chair, and looked hard at the receiver. Presently the whir of the bell shrilled in his ear. It startled him, even though he was waiting for it so intently.
“Hello!”
... “Hello!” Evidently the maid at Bloemfontein.
“Can I speak to Miss Kyndersley, please?”
It never struck him that she might be out. She would not be out. That sort of thing had always happened right for him and Peter.
“Yes, sir. What name?”
“No name.”
After a pause, Peter’s voice:
“Hello!”
“Hello—Peter!”