"Come along, kids," said Pyne. "I am delivered bound to the torture."
He passed out into the street, when Elsie's sharp eyes, searching for a shop, suddenly caught sight of Enid hurrying towards the hotel.
The child ran to meet her, and Enid, flushed with excitement, began to explain that Mrs. Vansittart was in bed, suffering from collapse and in a feverish state. The doctor's verdict was that she was in some danger, but would recover if carefully tended and kept in absolute quiet.
"Is Constance with her?" asked Pyne.
"Yes."
"And where is Mr. Brand?"
"He will be here soon. He asked me to call—and tell you—and Mr. Traill—what had happened."
Enid's speech was not prone to trip. Pyne's eyes gleamed into hers.
"Mr. Brand asked you to see my uncle?" he said cautiously.
"Yes," she faltered.