"This is Doctor Morse. I am at the Queen Hotel. Mr. Norton has been badly hurt, and he wants you and Mr. Jones to come at once. We can not tell just how serious the injury is. He is just conscious. Shall I tell him you will come immediately?"
"Yes, yes!"
Florence snapped the receiver on the hook. She wanted to fly, fly. He was hurt. How, when, where?
"Susan! Susan!" she called.
"What is it?" asked Susan, running into the room.
"Jim is badly hurt. He wants me to come at once. Oh, Susan! I've been dreading something all day long." Florence struck the maid's bell. "My wraps. You will go with me, Susan."
"Where, Miss Florence," asked the maid, alive to her duty.
"Where? What is that to you?" demanded Florence, who did not know that this maid was a detective.
"Why not wait till Mr. Jones returns?" she suggested patiently.
"And let the man I love die?" vehemently.