The whirling figure paused on the tips of its toes; the brooding face broke into smiles.
"It's Pat! Come!"
The word "come" was all that reached the waiting man outside—and when he entered he gathered to himself the glad, joyous welcome meant for Patricia, and smiled at the poised figure.
"Why!" gasped Joan, and in her excitement almost spoke Raymond's name.
"How—did you find your way here? How did you know?"
"Forgive me; I had to come. I telephoned to the Brier Bush—they gave me your number."
Raymond closed the door behind him and came to the centre of the big room, and there he stood smiling at Joan.
"So your name is Sylvia?" he said.
Then Joan understood—Elspeth had respected her wish to be unknown outside her business, she had given Sylvia's name, had made Sylvia responsible.
"I tried to get you earlier by telephone."