"About ten this morning," said Peter.
"He took her to the hospital?" panted Mickey.
"Yes," said Peter.
"Why did you let him?" demanded Mickey.
That helped Peter. He indicated the letter.
"There's your call for him!" he said, emphatically. "You asked me to adopt her so I could give him orders to go ahead when he came."
"Why didn't you telephone me?" asked Mickey.
"I did," said Peter. "The woman who answered didn't know where you were, but she said their car had gone to town, so I thought maybe they'd find you there. I was just going to call them again."
"Was she afraid?" wavered Mickey.
"Yes, I think she was," said Peter.