“And you wrote to her?”
“Yes—a letter that would make her come if anything would. Talk of tact—I was as smooth as a billiard-ball. But she hasn’t come.”
“The day after the operation I cabled to her,” said the Young Doctor.
“Then you steamed the letter open and read it too?” asked Kitty sarcastically.
“Certainly not. Ladies first-and last,” was the equally sarcastic answer. “I cabled to Castlegarry, his father’s place, also to Lammis that he mentioned when he told us his story. Crozier of Lammis, he was.”
“Well, I wrote to the London address in the letter,” added Kitty. “I don’t think she’ll come. I asked her to cable me, and she hasn’t. I wrote such a nice letter, too. I did it for his sake.”
The Young Doctor laid his hands on both her shoulders. “Kitty Tynan, the man who gets you will get what he doesn’t deserve,” he remarked.
“That might mean anything.”
“It means that Crozier owes you more than he can guess.”
Her eyes shone with a strange, soft glow. “In spite of opening the letter?”