“I’m here! Who is it? Do make haste. I’m in a hurry.”
She was thinking of Craven. It was nearly five o’clock, and she did not want to be late in Glebe Place, though she dreaded the encounter she expected there.
“Oh, Beryl, there’s bad news!”
“Bad news! What news?”
“I can’t tell you like this.”
“Nonsense! Tell me at once!”
“I can’t! I simply cannot. Oh, my dear, get into a taxi and come back at once.”
“I insist on your telling me what is the matter!” said Miss Van Tuyn sharply.
Her nerves were already on edge, and something in the sound of the voice through the telephone frightened her.
“Tell me at once what it is! Now speak plainly!”