"At last!" he cried. "Helen telephoned at seven. She thought you were on your way here. Did you get lost?"
"Yes."
"What's the matter, Dick? You look as if you had seen a ghost."
"I have. An army of them."
"Are you—ill?"
"No."
"Sit down, boy. Here, take a swallow of wine. You're used up. Now then!"
"Doctor Ledyard, you were wrong—about Huntter! You remember what you told me, before Margaret Moffatt announced her engagement?"
"Yes." Ledyard poured himself a glass of wine and walked to his chair across the room.
"You were wrong; he is not what you think."