“Ah, if I could!”
“But YOU are coming?” said the little nurse to Cameron as he held her hand in farewell. “I heard the doctor say you were coming and we are quite wild with impatience over it.”
Cameron looked at the Inspector.
“I had thought of keeping Cameron at Macleod,” said the latter. “But now I can hardly have the heart to do so.”
“Oh, you needn't look at me so,” said the little nurse with a saucy toss of her head. “He wouldn't bother himself about me, but—but—there is another. No, I won't tell him.” And she laughed gaily.
Cameron stood mystified.
“Another? There is old Martin of course, but there is no other.”
The little nurse laughed, this time scornfully.
“Old Martin indeed! He is making a shameless pretence of ignorance, Inspector Dickson.”
“Disgraceful bluff I call it,” cried the Inspector.