“Am I never to get the plain truth from my own people? What has happened?”
“As I left the green, my lady, they were chasing Mr. Gridley into the pond. It isn’t a deep pond, my lady, but full of horseleeches.”
“I must go out at once.”
“No,” said Grimshaw as positively.
Cicely signed to Stimson to leave the room; he obeyed deprecatingly.
“The Riot Act must be read by me, Mr. Grimshaw. When you crossed the green just now did you notice bad temper on the part of the crowd?”
“Well, yes.”
“Why didn’t you tell me?”
He replied quietly:
“Because you are my patient.”