“Roger Barnes——”
“Roger—old fellow—glad to see you back!”
“Patient safely landed?”
“Get a big fee?”
“Where you going?”
“Let’s take him home with us, Tony——” The third man looked smiling at Tony. “I’ll challenge you to,” said he.
“That’s easy—come on,” responded Anthony Robeson with cordiality. “I’ll just telephone Mrs. Robeson.”
“That’s it,” said Dr. Roger Barnes. “You don’t dare not to. I understand. Go ahead. But if she’s too much dashed let me know, will you?”
Anthony turned, laughing, into a telephone closet, from which he emerged in time to catch his train with his guests.
“It’s all right,” he assured them. “But it’s only fair to let her know a few minutes ahead. You like to understand, Roger, before you start, don’t you, whether your emergency case is a hip-fracture or a cut lip, so you can tell whether to take your glue or your sewing-silk?”