“Yes? Yes?”
“Is Mr. Craven there?”
“Yes, I am Alick Craven. Who is it, please?”
“Don’t you know?”
“One minute! Is it—I’m afraid I don’t.”
“Beryl Van Tuyn.”
“Of course! I knew the voice at once, but somehow I couldn’t place it. How are you, Miss Van Tuyn?”
“Dangerously well.”
“That’s splendid.”
“And you?”