"For you, Mr. Paxton," he said.
Jerry tore it open, read it, gave it to Bobs.
"Good God!" he said, and started off upstairs, as fast as he could run.
Bobs read and re-read the message. Then she went to the kitchen.
"Put some dinner on for Mr. Paxton at once, Mrs. Biggs. The baby is sick and Mrs. Paxton has sent for him. He's going on the 7.30 train."
"The baby! Oh, Miss Bobs!" began Mrs. Biggs, but Bobs was gone.
She ran up to Jerry's room, where he was hurling things into his bag.
"Your dinner is on the table. Go eat it. I will pack the bag. You must keep up your strength, Jerry. You may be up all night."
"All right," he said, and obeyed her.
Half an hour later she saw him off.